All I Had
Some stories are long.
Some are short.
Some thoughts are fleeting.
Some wrap around our very being
to cling forever.
Like the one when I told you
to wrap your arms around me
and hold on.
Squeeze the very breath from me
for you’re all I have.
All I have.
Lord, Lord.
All I had.
Michael Mathews
December 16, 2018
(The month the blues become words)
12:13 PM Sunday
By the lake in the RV
Still searching for home but afraid that deep inside, I really know where it must be
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