I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,
my emblazoned star
into a more pliable romance,
so she would notice me,
and we could both walk out of this mess together,
seeking wholeness. We did find
the right shoes though,
used, but in remarkable condition.
And she spun, twirled
in her cotton skirt,
with the sun in her hair
the scent of lavender
and that’s how it all began really,
our journey together.
Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.
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