By Megan Murdock

  I feel my heart's
of you,
of me.
I still tie that
yellow ribbon,
thinking, somehow,
from a thousand miles away
you might notice,
or know
that today I was thinking
of you,
appreciating you. Remembering
only the best things.
Wishing there'd been fewer
highways going nowhere
but away.
That this would be the city
where together
we'd laugh.
But then I remembered, that Oak.
Sturdy and strong, thriving on
clouds and
rain. Planted and
taking root.

© Copyright 2002 by Megan Murdock. All rights reserved.

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