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Poem: In Ink by Giovanna Napoleone

"...I recreate your smile amongst the clouds."

In Ink

By Giovanna Napoleone


A part of me lives on paper.


In ink.


Long sentences that turn into phrases, punctuation marks that turn into metaphors.


I can make a cloud out of your eyes, a sun out of a smile that’s been faded from my memory for a long time.


I’ve never had that, before.


The ink smells like coffee, like home when I’m alone.


I get a warm feeling when I read it, but when I step away from the notebook it’s gone.


I want to recreate my family, put them in a cottage on a meadow where nothing but daisies can touch their skin.


Your skin.


I miss you, so I recreate your smile amongst the clouds.


In ink.



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