Staring out the window
what
when
how
did one chapter flow into the next so beautifully
how chapters became strung together
like popcorn on string, where my life
was magnetized to another’s as if I was
the metal and I was just waiting by the phone
for him to stick to me.
I stare out the window
when did god ,fate ,the devil decide
that at this time I would find the treasure after years
of digging and coming up with nothing
except holes and scars.
the glistening gold against salt
gems jewels and you stare back
and I become so lucky
more then I even thought I was before
Just a little poem to start off a dreaded Monday, but hey already starting to plan next weekend and I already can’t wait :)
Sarah
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