Good To Be Alive - Poem by Julie Park
Pepsi Cinicola/PIB Lakemore
While thinking of being there, I realized that I wasn’t.
As, it is here, that I am, thinking, of you.
While thinking of you here, my heart aches, but, it doesn’t.
As, it is clear, that you are thinking of me, too.
As, you are away for just a moment, has too long passed us by.
To miss one tick of the tock without each other is too much.
But, for the day and the night that have come and gone from us.
Hardly, have we missed a second. As, cheek mine, now, still feels the gentle and, yes, tender love from your touch.
While thinking of you, as I am, here. I realize that together, we are.
I am, I realize, with you there and everywhere that you go.
While, I am a part of you there, you, also, are a part of me, here.
We have that something, which no words can describe, that keeps Us whole.
Upon your return, joy and delight; they will be far too little.
Again, there are no words, for the feelings felt, which could possibly describe.
A grand Welcome Home for my best friend, I’ll hang on every answer you have for my questions.
I’ll feel complete and whole. Our two hearts beat as one. It is good to be alive.
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