We leave pieces of our hearts
Wherever our souls find a home
Tangled in seaweed
Floating in the emerald waters
Of Sammamish Lake
Buried in the Snoqualmie mountains
In a wooden, old cabin
On a winding road through the forest
Powdered in the crevices
Of the tires of a red Honda civic
Slid in between the pages of a book
At King County Library
Folded amongst pale pink ginger slices
At Wasabi on 2nd Avenue
Packed away in the car trunk
Amongst paddleboards and sand umbrellas
The places we call home
Intertwine their energy with ours
And create memories
That can never be replicated.
YOU ARE READING
querencia ~ poetry
Poetry"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu
