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The Spark(le)

A poem.

By Lizzy GabrickPublished about a month ago 1 min read
The Spark(le)
Photo by Cristian Escobar on Unsplash

I have wasted weeks

Thinking of the few moments we have actually been able to relish in each other’s company.

My heart leaps

As I think of the first time he kissed me,

Sitting in his car in his hometown

In the middle of winter,

After telling me he liked my earrings.

I cannot forget

The feeling of his hand in mine,

His charming grin,

Or the wonderful sparkle in his eyes.

He has been hurt so deeply,

It is rather remarkable that it is still there.

Nevertheless, I see it;

I do,

Even when he cannot.

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About the Creator

Lizzy Gabrick

I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.

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