somewhere along the way,
I forgot my heart belongs among the trees and the hills
to smoky bonfires on crisp, autumnal afternoons
to stained-glass light streamed through leaves of red and gold in the dying rays of brisk dusks and dawns
to cloudy evenings; cozily cuddled on front porch swings and warm wool kisses on rosy-red, chilly cheeks
somewhere along the way,
I sewed shut the place where my soul lived, loved and thrived
but with each passing day,
a stitch slowly becomes unraveled
and my soul settles, returning to rest once again.
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