August 11, 2016

පුරුදු නිවහන

This morning the sunlight
was a slow crawl and a soft smile
through my window and
I thought of you
I thought of gentle hands and
a tiny frame and
how your hugs always felt like home

this afternoon the birds
were a sweet song against the silence and
I thought of you
I thought of
your canary lungs and
the sound of my name
when you spoke and
how your voice always felt like home

tonight the moon will come through
in heather hues and midnight blues
and I will think of you
I will think about
where I will travel and
what I will see and
how in everything beautiful
I will find you and
I will know that you are with me
and I will be at home

-Tyler Kent White

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