Consistency

BREVITY

I feel your touch

When I’m alone.

Life’s never too much

On our own.

I see your smile

Inside my heart,

No matter the mile

We’re not apart.

I hear your voice

Wherever I roam,

And I rejoice

Knowing I’m home.

John Northcutt Young

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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