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2011-09-27T11:22:30-07:00September 27th, 2011|Musings on life, Parenthood|

The before

Sometimes I miss
the roundness
the waiting
the before
the way you rolled
around inside me
like a kid
playing
under the covers.

A boy I know
sees auras
red strings
that connect people.

He is only eight
but I believe him
this idea of invisible thread
tying you to me.

You were inside
my breath
now you run
run run
and it is too strange
and wonderful
to bear.

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