FILLER
2-17-25
Love is..
the filler that connects,
every empty space,
the cracks in the walls,
our every trace.
It is..
the breath in the lungs,
the thought of loved ones,
near and far,
separated by distance,
by time,
by regret.
Love is..
the letters written by hand,
stored in dusty attics,
collecting dust,
as if adding weight,
to the feelings sought.
It is..
honey in a teacup,
shared over a conversation,
about...
absolutely nothing!
Love is..
a fleeting moment of eternity,
shared over years,
as it is squoze of every bit
by the imminent press of time.
It is..
a silly random note
found in a sandwich bag
lovingly prepared for lunch.
Love is..
a child.
a song.
a memory...
and scars.
It is..
a bullet,
taken for a friend,
sometimes real,
hopefully just metaphorically.
Love is..
unexplainable,
illusive,
but it is..
Always!
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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