The Poetry of You and I

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Me looking out the window at the planes flying like birds in the sky.

An unseen drop of water in the sink.

A tossed hair turned into a messy bun.

The fan breeze moving the strands of my hair on the nape of my neck.

My Samsung tablet lighting my face in the dark.

I will always be poetry to you.

And of course, you’re my quiet poem that’s being recited in the background.

Always there to keep my mind entertained.

Always there to love me no matter what.

 

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