Keepsake…

Take my heart with you when you go…
by morning or blackest night
let the sound of it carry you home
and in the depths of doubt
drown the ceaseless voices in your head
let it remind you
that you must come back to me
for without it, I may die
and without you, I cannot live.

*this poem was inspired by a single line from the most recent episode of westworld. It was a stunning and beautiful love story.

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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