Kindred, was.
I’ve witnessed, and felt
Which means exists,
Was it you and I
Or he with she, or
Maybe all those moments
Which are,
That will never be, yet
Continue
Living so deeply inside
My soul. Me and you,
Were, yet
Are: relevant,
Not past tense; was.
You and I: am.
Kindred, soulmates,
And you feel it, too.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
It is our great desire
for witnesses
and soulmates –
always –
feel it.
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Hi, Diana. So wonderful to hear from you. Yes, there is something to be said for affirmation.
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Beautiful!!!! Oh what it is to find another soul to love 🙂
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It’s the butterflies within our core. The goosebumps upon our skin and the thump of our heart..love has the ability. So cool. Thank you!!
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You are very welcome Audrey! 🙂
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Oh how I hope he does. Love the structure of this one, as well as the beautiful emotion filling each word!
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My prayer for you is he does, Morgan. Thank you so! I’m a longing mess for the emotions in this poem. Hugs
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He shall. In Perfect Timing , I believe. 🙂 Thank You dear friend of mine!
I know that feeling well..sometimes the emotions are pure chaos within.
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And we like it..admit it. 😉 xo
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true lol 🙂
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🤓
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Enjoyed thoroughly. That’s all 🙂
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I’m thrilled. Love knowing 🙂
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I agree with smilecalm this was a deep embrace. Loved it! And the use of ‘kindred’ which I do not believe I have ever used in a poem, and it was perfect!
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Those insipred feelings produced the opportunity to know how love feels. I believe both needed it. I hope you’ve considered using kindred. Love your poetry, Candice.
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BIG HUG right back at you sister of red and rubies xo
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deep embrace
of space
time 🙂
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Feelings awaken
Comfort and introduce
Love
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Nicely done, Audrey, and what a lovely photo to accompany your delightful words!
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Thank you, Debbie. I appreicate you saying so. Thanks for stopping by.
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Our past is always part of us, and revisitation affords another opportunity to reconsider the impact on our present. Lovely poem and photo, Audrey, a good thought for a Sunday.
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You do a lovely job of sorting my feelings with my words and explaining my message. I envy your writing, Shari. Your experience. ♡
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But will it amount to anything other than a memory?
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One must be okay with only the memory, I suppose. What’s that saying about star crossed lovers or whatever… Happens all the time.
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I suppose it does.
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*glup* Hate it though
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Part of life.
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Blink…blink…blink…
Yes, Sir
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Ha ha ha. Old man in messed that.
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LOL 🤓
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