The Essence Of Who I Am

I remember when you told me about your grandfather

And how he kissed your grandmother on the forehead

And then I smiled when you leaned down 

And kissed me in the same place

A kiss means nothing when it has no meaning

I watched that every day when he came home from work

It’s only the things that have a reason 

And sometimes that reason is just loving you

M.A.P

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