It was always you…

Megan Mitzel
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?

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Megan Mitzel

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