There
Then gone
Back again
Then gone again
The cycle never ends
I can’t catch him
Keep him
Make him stay
He’s like the wind
Through outstretched arms
I come back empty
Every time
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/hand-back-of-the-hand-finger-rings-3938729/
I really enjoyed this…it is like we have these dreamy visions and quite seem to hold them. ✨
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It’s so hard when you really want to connect with someone and the opportunity is missed.
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Yes, I definitely know the feeling…
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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My pleasure, M!!
xoxo 🌹😊
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Very nice
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Thanks Charly ☺️
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A nice poem – tis happiness when they return and sadness when they leave again. You chose an appropriate theme for personal feelings experienced amidst the fortunate ones whose loved ones are always home. I hope you are well. 🙂
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Thank you… I hope you are doing well too. 🙂
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hmmm. maybe using a whale harpoon will slow him down for ya next time
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I’d love to see that! 😂
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Sounds like the typical guy. 🤷♂️
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The title I chose reminded me of the main song from Dirty Dancing. 🙄 I guess I was just getting so fed up with reading all the lovey dovey stuff today, that I wanted to make my post stand out, and do something different.
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Lol! Well done!
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Thanks! 😜
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👍👍👍
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