366 Poems: September 12th, 2016

Love is a Thing With Feathers

Something tickled my lips

as I wished for a kiss

when you said goodbye this afternoon.

Warm feathers on my face

that I could not erase,

and I hoped I could feel you there soon.

Through the terrors and trials

of life’s many miles,

you’ve still filled this journey with bliss.

And it’s days like today,

when love birds fly astray,

that I’m glad I have someone to miss.

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