On the wall in the hall is a poem I wrote for Nick when I was about 21, so 25 years ago. I never wrote poetry, but it came to me in a dream, and I woke up and wrote it down then I framed it for him later. I didn’t know myself just how true these words were.

On the wall in the hall is a poem I wrote for Nick when I was about 21, so 25 years ago. I never wrote poetry, but it came to me in a dream, and I woke up and wrote it down then I framed it for him later. I didn’t know myself just how true these words were.

7 July 29
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Notes

  1. alarmswillring said: This is so ridiculously sweet.
  2. openeyedandfastasleep said: i love this!
  3. rossrants said: we are same age then, nice poem
  4. bekaboo posted this

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