“And I hope you know how much
I wish things could have been.”
There is just something
about the calm of night.
It speaks to me
like a breath on the wind.
And sometimes.
Sometimes, I whisper back
in hopes that you’ll hear them
and know how much
I wish things could have been.
© Sarah Doughty
What could have been.
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a heartful desire.
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Oh thank you!
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Sad and sweet.
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Yes indeed. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Nice, I like this so I am going to reblog this poem for you.
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Thank you so much!
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“speaks to me like a breath on the wind” and “I whisper back” Simply beautiful.
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Awwww thank you! 😊😊😊
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It’s a beautiful poem (though I personally don’t like could/should/would have been memories).
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Oh I understand. Sometimes my thoughts linger about those types of things, and though they aren’t productive thoughts (as if we would ever truly know), we still wonder.
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Yes, try as we might mind has its own way of roaming.
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This is true.
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Reminds me of the lyrics to a song, “what could of been”.
Nice
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Oh thank you. I’m not sure which song that is, but I’ll look it up. 😊
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🙂⚘
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Thank you, I hadn’t heard that one before. It does resonate with this piece. 😊
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That is beautiful.x
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Aww thanks!
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