We each
have different
memories to
sift through
fingertips.
Pulling out
the gems
we hold them
to the light
to compare
our reference points.
They stir
the deepest longings
of a childhood
where innocence
was interspersed
with threads
of fear.
We held hands
then held our breath.
leaped into
our adult lives
following
the slightest
hint of wind.
The smallest thing
can change your life.
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It is amazing how the smallest things can be so huge. You created a gem of a poem 💎
A lovely poem :)