It was always you…
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
The way you effortlessly hugged my hips,
with the earnestness of a teenage boy at his first dance.
And held everything together.
You were all I needed,
No matter the adventure or venture.
Withstanding the test of time,
Like a shimmering piece of sea glass amidst a sandy shoreline.
That only few could appreciate — you were mine.
Until suddenly, you were plucked away — gone.
Now days are overwhelming,
as though I simply don’t have enough,
hands to live.
To have and to hold. That’s the promise I was told.
Are you carrying quarters for an early-bird mom at a yard sale?
Are you toting molly for Mary at a rave?
Are you shielding Gigi Hadid from paparazzi?
Oh my beloved fanny pack, where art thou?
