Poetic Ramblings
When I think of you

I remember me

me the way I used to be.

I blush

with embarrassed heat 

thinking of all the things I held true

only for you. 

I’m better

I’ve learned.

Holding it together

I step above the absurd.

Who are you?

What have you gained?

Will you allow yourself to feel the same?

Simply reach out

and refuse to be short changed.