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It is only God-damn words

gene candeloro
1 min readJul 21, 2020

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Photo by Mathilda Khoo on Unsplash

I write poetry.

I write poetry about how I love her

I write poetry about the way she smells so sweet

I write about the way her eyes sparkle and change color

I write about her soft touch and her gentile caring

I write about how she loves so generously

I write about when I see her enter a room my heart still jumps a beat

I write about the way I watch her sleep

I write about how she cares for every little helpless animal

I write about how she nurses everyone’s wounds

I write about how our children are blessed to have a mother like her

As I hold her in the street

She is dying in my arms

I cannot stop the bleeding

Just one reckless car

I hold her till she closes her eyes for the last time

I hold her til she breathes no more

It is only God-damn words.

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gene candeloro
gene candeloro

Written by gene candeloro

Writer, photog., wanderer. Hopeful romantic. Lover of all things dogs. I write about ordinary people. Follow my Relentless Pursuit. Medium Noteworthy Writer.

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