Simple Existence


I stare at this page,
milk white as the

blanketed ground
in winter’s staging.

Where are the syllables
to create
a mixture of magic?

I fear they have flown
to faraway places,
across desert dunes
and boundless oceans
and might not return
so that I may tell him
(again)
how irreplaceable he is.

Instead,
I’ll touch his lips
with mine
and steady myself
in the arms of a man
who is satisfied
with my simple existence.

Romantic musings from years ago for this Monday…
Wishing you a peaceful day.
Lauren xo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

45 thoughts on “Simple Existence

    • Thanks, Betty. You know me and romance. πŸ™‚ Don’t worry about staying caught up, but it’s always great to see you here. All is well, too. Sending hugs and love. 😍

  1. I can understand those sentiments so well Lauren… when somebody becomes irreplaceable, no blessing is greater than that. πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing your lovely words.

  2. Hi Lauren, I also began reading the comments and I get it β€œ…we still like and love each other.” My husband and I, 44 years, this June, and yes, β€œlike and love.” My version of the story. πŸ™‚

    Your poem, beautiful! Tears brimming. I also, get it. β€œHow irreplaceable he is” β€œwith my simple existence”. I could not ask for more. ❀️

    • Erica, thank you so much for your wonderful comment! And I’m so happy to read you and your hubby have a similar story, 44 years, wow! Can’t wait until we’re there! πŸ™‚
      I agree with you, what more could we ask for? Thanks again and have a great weekend! πŸ’—πŸ’—

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