
My heart was open.
I think it always was,
which makes it so susceptible
to feeling too much
the lack of love,
the layers of loss.
My heart was open
when you came along.
Lucky, I was.
But I know you were led.
The same light as mine
has found me
again.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Very beautiful.
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