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when I left

Lynne Thompson
Nov 22, 2021

What we cannot imagine strikes us as a miracle sometimes.

Unimagined, I crept from your house like an old cat.

I left a lot of my words in your kitchen, piled up and dusty.

You swept them up with the rest of the dirt and threw them out.

I left a space that you cannot fill.

I left a dream that you cannot stop.

I left a space

I left

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Lynne Thompson
Lynne Thompson

Written by Lynne Thompson

I always wrote (first poem at 6 years old). Tech writer by trade. I have a podcast The Storied Human: see my linktree — https://linktr.ee/StoriedHuman

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