I once found a little handwritten note in a library book, likely forgotten by the previous reader. I had a closer look at the handwritten note, folded in two, and realized it was a poem. I kept the note with the poem by the unknown author as it intrigued me. I left it in my nightstand drawer at the time and kind of forgot about it.
I found it again last night, and I read it again. It's a beautiful poem, even though I don't know who wrote it. I debated with myself whether I should share it, and finally, I decided that yes I should. This touching poem deserves to be read and heard, so I am sharing it here today.
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Falling Behind
[Anonymous author]
This is me reaching out over the grandest canyons
This is me fighting at the chance to grab at the shadows of your sleeve in order to pull you back to me
When I know how quickly you’ve learned to leave
And how deftly you seem to pull it off
And th...