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March 24, 2021

Sometimes I Wonder Why I Didn’t Stay.

I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I love you too much.

I always have, and I always will.

I think about you often— daily, in fact.

There’s a picture of you on my wall. Sometimes I just stare at it, wondering why I didn’t stay.

I still wish I woke up to your smile—that one that tells me I’m safe right here in your arms.

I know I can still see you sometimes, but I wish you were what I woke up to every morning.

I miss your presence and the way you seem to make my feet dance when there’s no music playing.

You always manage to lift my spirits.

The way you used to blow on my neck was my favorite. It reminded me that I was never alone and that life was always with me no matter how lonely I felt.

I must say that enjoying your beauty while eating clam chowder is…well…the best thing life may have to offer.

You sparkle no matter your mood.

You look good in grey, but you shine so ever brightly in blue.

If I could, I’d sit and look at you all day.

When I saw you recently for the first time in a while, I couldn’t help but think, “Damn, I’m glad you’re mine.”

I hope you blow again on my neck next time we meet.

If not, at least wear blue.

I’ll meet you in my boots, a scarf, and a sweater.

I’ll be looking at you from the window at Adagio’s.

If our eyes don’t meet, it’s likely because I’m listening to my playlist I created about you and writing another poem.

Don’t worry, though, you’re mine.

You always have been and always will be.

I love you, Washington.

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