Seeking inspiration, I turn to my one true guide.
A place of comparison is never a home to be.
Where are they?
What are their successes we see on display?
Are they mere shadows of our own trials?
I feel alone missing my woman other,
The soft place person I could always call home
I had my mother.
Now strictly in spirit soft reminders,
the only she that vibrates around me.
Of mens disconnect seen irrationality,
One that is not my own.
You would understand.
And listen with laughter.
All the years, he made you crazy, I wish I embraced you more.
I now know, and don't have the heart to turn away.
What an angel, a godsend in so many ways.
Grateful for your time,
underaprecaited for your wisdom,
known yet annoyed by the depth.
Missing you now, the joy in spirit,
The fire to any simple day.
My other. The me I got to see outside the self.
A one no other. To good for this rattled world.
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