I wish I could take you with me wherever I go,
Like a sweater I could shrug over my shoulders
Whenever I’m in need of warmth.
I don’t want to be over the past
And I don’t want to be stuck in it;
I just want to keep it in the back of my pocket
In case I ever forget it.
tagged as: Chantel Williams. creative writing. Poetry. poem. writers. writing. spilled ink. The Art Of Write. Keepsake.
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