An old love that deepens

An old love that changes and deepens.

An old love that fits like a glove;

rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:

always there, always caring, always true.

Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.

Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.

Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's rooftops.

Catch me, I'm falling ...


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Jill Ashforth

Sun 20th Dec 2015 06:31

Thank you Daniel. It is great to get some feedback. Yes I like the last line too and realised when I listened to Kate Bush's 50 words for snow album that I had subconsciously lifted the idea of falling from a line in one of her songs.

Daniel Wardak

Sat 19th Dec 2015 23:55

Nice images! Those last three lines specifically. I like the lucidity of pours, flows and soul with the contrast of cracks.

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