poetry, writing

Linger

I linger longer,

longer than I should,

When memories are triggered

by the little things.

A smiley at the end of an exchange,

Reminds me of your real grin.

An inside play on words,

I smile from ear to ear

When it comes up

after all these years.

An old photo

from a trip out west,

A vacation I rank up there

with the best.

A click of the shutter

when I look through the lens,

Even that takes me back

to times back when.

Other thoughts and memories

come to mind,

Some make me blush

and even fantasize,

But many are precious,

innocent and sweet.

The day he asked

For me to be his mom,

That’s when I knew,

I hoped, it would

Always be you.

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