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Sometimes you come to mind
in the quiet of the day - those
long or short moments when I see a flash of you.
Everything reminds me of you, some days.
No signs or symbols, from above, escape my notice.
Can you imagine that I speak of you, to no one?
Eventually, we’ll meet again, but, until then… you are my secret.
About the Creator
Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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