[three hundred, fourteen]
it's funny that some things we love the most
are the things that help us from the inside,
they may not be strong or loud or interesting,
but they hold your hands through all seasons
and tell you affirmations, smiling-wise in a backward way,
and they will always, well, not always
they will sometimes be with you like right there,
like in the time, in the space where you inhabit,
but sometimes they aren't, so you have to imagine,
use the eyes inside your head to think of that one time,
when they were right here and holding your hand,
and kissing in the wind and rain, or linking arms down a slope,
or some other slippery situation where you
or they
needed just another one, to get by,
to get up,
to help put bandaids over all the cuts,
to sing songs in the middle of the night,
to piggy back when there's enough trust,
to carry you through and sometimes,
just only sometimes though, mostly they just smile a lot,
and hold hands,
but there are those sometimes, those special days or situations
or moments even
where they are there from beginning middle to end,
the progression, the stories
that they could tell about you or about them to anyone one of anybody who
knew or didn't know about them or us or you,
that made you know
that let you see
that ignited that little last bit of whick in the ash
so that you could just take another one
two
or three breaths,
and get on by.
focus: friends baby, or mittens, but mainly friends, because lately i've been needing a little more glue, and I've decided that I've got a lot to give, too.
love and kisses and nuzzles,
Jess :]
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