pulling out the old stuff.

Every time I glance down
at the gleaming ring,
I hold onto your smile that evening

and the sun going down
over the city
as we sat on that ledge
before you proposed

and the thought that–
yes, you were just right.

We were supposed to
be together,
be happy, be a family.

And you couldn’t have made it happen
more perfectly.

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One Comment to “pulling out the old stuff.”

  1. such a heartwarming poem :)

    “and the sun going down
    over the city
    as we sat on that ledge”

    awww (:
    love it!

    xx

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