The In-Between

Damn, this life is beautiful.
It’s raining a little
and I didn’t bring a jacket.

The first promise in a song;
in my headphones now, still true.
You’ve never let me go.
Help in a heartbeat,
if ever I ask.

The sky looks like a picture
painted by someone who’s never seen real clouds.
But how can that be?
Because these clouds are real,
aren’t they?

Maybe this could be two poems,
but I’ll leave it as one.
Then again, my entire life is a poem
and it just goes on and on.

A beautiful beginning
and, still 70 years in the making, an ending.
An ending just as beautiful.

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