“Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you.
If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way.”
Maybe this is how it’s all supposed to be. If you believe in fate, that is. I got lost inside myself. Trapped in a prison within my head. Thoughts never ending. Never slowing down. Never allowing me to be who I am. But I’m determined. Can you see it? This determination in my eyes? If we are meant to be, we will be again. I have to believe that. And I hope you’ll still be there, waiting for me. Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way back to you.
© Sarah Doughty
Wait for me, please.
I’m coming.
Sarah Doughty 
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Thanks for sharing!
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Sometimes, absence truly does make the heart grow fonder and you have to be separated to realize how much someone means to you ❤ Your words are as evocative now as they've always been, Sarah. How I've missed reading your poems!
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Oh I’ve missed you, lovely. Thank you for the kind words.
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And I’ve missed your amazing poetry Sarah!
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💖💖💖
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Making the way back is what matters after all
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This is very true.
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