Memories Of You

You work at your desk
Oh what a mess
So typical of you
So many files open
Slipping and sliding
The mess I can't abide
I now consider
A beautiful mess
As it reminds me of you.

The empty desk
Beautiful chaos
Catches at my heart
And I'm so missing you.

by Holly Moon

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Yeah, love is all about accepting a soul as is and seeing their perfect exactly as they are no changin' allowed