Along the avenue of lost souls
We danced deliriously
Entwined in each other
Oblivious to everything else
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Along the avenue…
happiness
Autumn breezes
She lassos heartstrings
Floating on an Autumn breeze
He feels the soft tug
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Prim
What are you doing aside from getting into my space
Licking my face
And floating fur into my morning cup of tea
I get that you n I are a “we” now
But your inability to have boundaries is a little hard to swallow
I don’t necessarily enjoy your sassy little buns being situated in front of my face
You’re a sexy little sweetheart but not of my preferred species
I think we’re gonna have to rethink the terms of our agreement
© 2024 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: This is a picture of my cat Prim, the little devil herself. 😉
Thinking of you…
I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I can’t remember you
I forgot you
You made me forget you
And now
Whenever I think of you
I can’t remember
Why I’m thinking of you
I think a piece of my heart
Has a muscle memory of you
But my mind can no longer be sure
Your memory flitted away
On a day long ago
When there was nothing left to say
I have this vague recollection
That you once mattered to me
But maybe that was only a dream
The more I try to remember
The more I forget
And the pain I once felt is finally gone
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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