I am almost certain that
we’re the only two
in this far too
crowded world to
have found bliss,
which you’ll agree is better
than mere happiness, for whom
I feel sorry, or at least
a symphony of small emotions
forming something other than pity,
for bliss has no room for
(nor time to name) that which
does not involve you.
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Phillip Knight Scott
My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My first collection of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, is available now! https://amzn.to/2uNule7
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