Mid-Afternoon Music Pluck

Each string, I hear you more.

We’re in the den

and baby Meena’s crawling around the toy perimeter and giggling like she doesn’t know that you and I are still wildly infatuated with one another

after the long decade of us that’s gone by in the snap of a blinked eye.

I’ve known you a million lifetimes,

but truly minus a hefty weight in gold is the actual number,

I only overindulge my figures while I sit here and play an acoustic melody for both you and the angel of our combined creation.

Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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