I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden
Found at last in meeting eyes.
-Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
*note: I don't what it is, perhaps it's all of the craziness and commotion of the past couple weeks (ie: car crash, neck pain, computer crash, boards exam, general surgery rotation, working weekends) but I'm slumping into a funk. All i want to be is with Tommy, and I'm sad I'm still far away. He is home. I miss home.
But it's a temporary funk, just hold onto that. It's all temporary!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a rough patch, I'm sorry! I hope the rest of your time apart passes quickly!
ReplyDeleteit's so close to over. so temporary. this is a gorgeous poem. yet another way you bring joy into my heart.
ReplyDeleteThe stuff on your plate is enough to send anyone into a funk. But this too shall pass.
ReplyDeleteLong distance stinks in a relationship. But I think your knowing that home is with your to-be-husband is such a beautiful thing.
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