{"sf1_id":1363232,"sf2_id":"nAMMJKbn","title":"He,","author":"Cons","words":136,"posted_at":"2018-08-27T17:53:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Memories","Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1363232-he","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/nAMMJKbn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/32/43/3243d368-921c-475f-b3a2-aefad3aef9e8","description":"Thank you.","content":"Alas, he was gracious\n\nSheltered me, while I was broken,\n\nBroken beyond repair, and he was there for me.\n\nWhen I needed help most, he was there.\n\nI felt prosecuted, and taken away from life's simplistic joys.\n\nFruit, poetry, paintings, and music,\n\nA glorious noise.\n\nThough, he held me, and he was strong.\n\nHe picked me up, and carried me along,\n\nA path that I was too blind to see, he led me to an open sea.\n\nThe salty air, I smelled it clear.\n\nScented fresh, and lively, too.\n\nI pinched myself. Was it a dream?\n\nPain struck me fast, and I turned to look at him.\n\nHe smiled, and our eyes met.\n\nAnd, still, I smell the air, and feel your warmth.\n\nEven while we share our distance,\n\nI keep this memory, I won't forget.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}