I have always believed that love lives in the details.
penciled between life lines of poetic existence;
tiny messages of hope.
faint sometimes-- but left there by a former me,
one who knew-- that someday I would come looking,
and now I'm seeking.
I'm searching for reminders that love lives here.
sketched in graphite,
tattooed in blank pages tattered by life,
torn by heartbreak-- and dog eared from constant visitation to these simple words,
these words to live by.
I write you letters in thought form-- for you are the love that lives inside of my details.
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