Absence.
Of heart, and definitely soul.
I've left it all somewhere.
I'm retrieving it. Slowly, yes.
I know there are no seasons here but
It feels like spring.
The Cassia Fistula are pregnant with sprays of gold,
It's a different kind of brilliance, but no less so.
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This morning I rushed my partied-out ass out of bed, into the shower, and to the Scarlet.
To sip coffee out of a pisa-like glass, compress a year of conversation into 60 minutes, make peace.
I remember strange little bits of trivia about people.
Latte with 2 sugars. Primary school classmate's address.
I always say that it's because I'm observant, but it isn't really so. It's about making the extra effort to take notice of certain people at certain times in your life.
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Peace.
It took 7-1/2 hour flights and alibis.
I never asked because I didn't want to know.
In my hurry to recollect the things that mattered
I left behind the ones that matter now.
I'm glad I was given the pre-flight window,
Thank you.
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I now realise that saving my expressions of heartfelt gratefulness for Christmas isn't always fair to the people who deserve to know.
The ones who make me feel like a special little peach every (other) day.You know who you are.
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