Tuesday, June 22, 2010

In-between

I used to hate
This in-between place
Between love lost and love found
This tree house hanging
In the sky
With feet not quite on the ground
But today as I stared
Out the windowpane
At a blue sky,
Perfectly clear
I realized I find
Something beautifully real
Whenever I
Find myself here.

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