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our mischievous kinship

         
            
You loom.            
   
Palpable in presence,              
mischief that almost permeates,            
so thick it lays            
in laughter's swirling air              
             
I only hear              
Just those things needed            
No longer plagued          
with those cold disassociated ends.          
Horrific dark, abated              
Ohh, how fortunate          
to a mind's unusual quirk            
             
I actively listen,            
at last, ready to ingest              
all that was longed for            
and only now, realized was missing              
         
Love of forceful piercing              
so very much like my own,            
sounding of our mischievous laughter  
hilarity of passionate hijinx  
True booming laughs           
that is the indescribable love              
from deep in my chest              
I unleash              
and unbury          
             
Today...              
Yes, today            
             
You do loom.             
             
It's been here  ... I believe          
That love.            
It's forever.              
I think I now know              
how you've always been there            
[here]            
ever since then          
now today          
tomorrow and ever after.            
             
Like you promised            
you would            
in those harsh            
so loving, gruff, melancholic whispers;           
How they reassured           
as much as they could              
             
O' my kindred of my very start              
heal the hurts            
of this child's grown up broken heart            
pieces, finding full in whole.              
         
You loom, yes.              
Still.             
More than likely always will.              
             
Yet, to loom              
was never          
your typical style             
           
Maybe you do          
because of what's so sorely needed            
A gifting,          
perhaps a cosmic delivery              
of that unleashed, unburied,          
freed or whatever it is          
I've made myself believe              
         
I'm me-just now            
In all that you did teach,            
I'm. Me.            
Relentless , mischievous            
and              
with a belly booming laugh            
all my own            
             
I myself, now loom.           
Ready to flaunt        
all those vibrant inherited colors.          
         
Lost, small and broken              
eventually I could see            
a me that your looming helped set free          
to flourish all my own          
         
in each and every hard discovered tone.          
         
             
             
             
             
             
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 17th Jun 2022
Author's Note
..... always a daddy's girl.
Damn, how I miss you today
xoxo 💜
İBlu2020
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