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Listening to “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter.<\/p>\n
There is an image of you I love
\nYou are dancing in the garden, just right after checking on the plants
\nPlanting a kiss on my forehead, you spin me in the air
\nThe air smells of summer and sunshine and peace
\nPeace is how I describe those times.<\/p>\n
There is a memory of you that remains unclear
\nUnclear because I do not remember if you had an apron on
\nOn the island I sat, waiting as you counted down the seconds to the oven alarm
\nAlarmed, you ran to get the oven mitt before you pulled out the cake
\nCakes are reminders that I once had my heart loved beyond bounds<\/p>\n
Memories of our running around. Memories of catch and hide and seek. Your love has made my life well-lived
\nYou lived as an angel in human body, spreading your love like wings to touch everyone
\nAnd everyone may try but they’ll never be the angel you were.<\/p>\n
“A heart that’s broken is a heart that’s been loved”<\/em> I thought we’d grow old side-by side Listening to “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter. There is an image of you I love You are dancing in the garden, just right after checking on the plants Planting a kiss on my forehead, you spin me in the air…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4575,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,1136,441,5],"tags":[6263,154],"class_list":["post-139181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2023-hour-8-prompt","tag-hour-8"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139181","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4575"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=139181"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139181\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":139763,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139181\/revisions\/139763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=139181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=139181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=139181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLoved. I’ve touched the emotion, now it is a thing of the past.
\nIn the past, you sang me lullaby’s, gave me hugs and a thousand kisses
\nKisses that brought good dreams
\nSame dreams I now force myself to have playing Ed Sheeran’s ‘Supermarket flowers’
\nSupermarket flowers are a reminder of the fake flowers people dropped at your rest side
\nA side of my heart feels thorn that we cannot go back
\nBack to when my memories were joyful moments happening<\/p>\n
\nI thought we’d coo at my children and laugh at their baby jokes
\nSide-by-side was the goal
\nBut you slipped away when I wasn’t looking<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"