What is it that moves me so deeply, so quickly
that thoughts turn into spoken words, that spill out so freely, effortlessly
without the skip of a heartbeat, or a hesitation?
To be so fearless and yet fearful, somehow
of what tomorrow may bring
because of this moment…these moments…
and your memory…
I am selfish sometimes, but I don’t intend to be.
- Written spring 2011
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