I have always believed that love lives in the details.

penciled between life lines of poetic existence;

tiny messages of hope.

faint sometimes-- but left there by a former me,

one who knew-- that someday I would come looking,

and now I'm seeking.

I'm searching for reminders that love lives here.

sketched in graphite,

tattooed in blank pages tattered by life,

torn by heartbreak-- and dog eared from constant visitation to these simple words,

these words to live by.

I write you letters in thought form-- for you are the love that lives inside of my details.

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