Somehow
A Morning Reflection
Words by: Humble Love
I am coming to you somehow,
leaving the discomfort of where I stand.
Whisper that you need me,
even when you are low-key and quiet.
What should I make of this distance?
Just let me know how you are.
Let us make amends and shift our focus
back to the center of us.
We will find a way to make it work.
Together, we’ll gather moss and grow old,
roots twisting into the earth.
Somehow, we are going to endure.
Stay rhythmic,
— HumbleLove 🤍
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