I owe you
That’s something I could never deny
Not even if I wanted to.
I owe you for cold mornings
Short sleeves and goose-bumps
And a warm arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders
I owe you for dull afternoons
Shows I’ve seen a thousand times
And laughter at things I see each day
I owe you for tired evenings
Shadows dancing almost as close as fear
And a lazy grin with a bright reading light
I truly do owe you a lot
And before my life is through I’ll owe you more
But I promise, somehow I’ll pay you back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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