10/21/18
It’s back to the real world again tomorrow.
Funny how, suddenly, the “real world”
Means whatever I do
When I’m apart from you.
-Sarah Clinton
10/21/18
It’s back to the real world again tomorrow.
Funny how, suddenly, the “real world”
Means whatever I do
When I’m apart from you.
-Sarah Clinton
Although I’ve already used this image in a previous post, a line from this poem has consistently drifted to my mind for the past few weeks. If there could be one way to describe all the things I yearn to tell him–to show him–about who he is through the filter of my admiring eyes, it would be this: “You walk like every poem I wish I could write.”