Partnered Driving an hour south, soft dark clouds, open heart raw watching dragonflies on six fast lanes above the truck in front, trying, trying, to connect. The mood today, at least for me, is, choke up, almost cry, at every connection that seems impossible. May they land right together. ams 2025
Ann, I feel the longing in your poem. Beautiful.
I could feel your ache as I read this Ann. So beautiful and relatable.