That is what you leave in my heart.
A tiny dot of pleasant warmth;
Which grows larger and hotter with each passing day.
That is the shape my mouth makes,
When you tell a bad joke,
Or make a bad gaffe.
The shape of my eyes,
As I watch you walk away,
Or watch you just being you.
The essence of the wheel of time.
Turning here and there;
Taking all of life on an endless journey.
By: Katryese Austin