Cottonwood & Shooting Stars

I’ll think about you and forget the world.

It’s a blessing and a curse, really–I’m distracted without you.

But I can’t help feeling relief when I remember that, along with all the things that trouble me, I have something as good as you to remind me I’ll live in the end.

You remind me to breathe. You snuff out the flame in my eyes. You lighten the heavy burden on my chest. You reduce me to hiccuping gasps for air after a good laugh. You forgive me.

I don’t know what I’d do, what I’d be, without you.


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