Her

Her.

My story of love,

But certainly not my love story.

Her laugh, of course, contagious.

I mean, what else could it be.

A friend.

The kind you promise to never let go off,

Because you can't imagine life without them.

The kind of friend that holds all your secrets

And who could break your heart in seconds.

My love. 

But never lover.

She stills helps me sleep at night.

Even from hundreds of miles away.

My heart absorbs the space between us - but never quickly enough.

My darling.

Someone who redefines standards.

Someone whom standards can't define.

No mere statistic.

Instead a living breathing star. 

Her.

Brighter than the moon on the darkest of nights.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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