In the morning’s fresh darkness

In the morning’s fresh darkness
Thoughts of you crept in.
“What could you do to make her life sweeter?”
They asked.
The stats are crazy:
So many years, too many miles
Between us.

Yet holding you close for those few tender snippets
Were such a healing balm.
And hearing your voice—
Well.
What other choice
Could I have?

And so this happened,
Just ’cause it had to.

It’s so rare that my thoughts get to go to your kinda lovely.

I’ll always remember that thing you said about dogs and unconditional love.
It makes me wanna wish I could be your pooch.

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About Russ Wollman

My feet are finally in the water, and I want to keep them there.
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