i miss my rambling 

of cute and cheesy things 

that perhaps 

wasn’t anything more than 

sweet little whispers 

and pillow talks 

to anyone else 

i’ve said them to 

and i miss my walks 

where i’m not always 

rambling by myself 

feeling out of place 

yet i miss those things 

not for the ones 

who i shared them with 

but for a rambling rose 

i hope climbs me 

filling in the holes 

these old rambling bones 


-joshua ryan stewart


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