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…. poems about pediatrics, geriatrics, living and dying, caring and trying, even the pandemic and current affairs, with a doctor’s bias… there is some word play and prosody; the writer seems unafraid of jargon, and teases with etymology, entomology and epistemology.

Waking up in a gorgeous man’s lap definitely wasn’t on this year’s bingo card, that’s for sure. Flying halfway across the country, exhausted and on an empty stomach, is a lot. Having to do all that while realizing I’ll be away from my little girl while she’s at her dad’s is an even worse feeling. Enter Dylan. The irresistibly gorgeous man whose lap I collapsed in on my flight home. He is handsome, charming, and manages to sweet-talk me right into bed with his beautiful smile and twinkling hazel eyes. This is sooo unlike me, but I couldn’t help myself.

For over six years, I’ve respected Evangeline’s wishes, Kept my last promise to her and stayed far away. I’ve learned to live without my missing piece, Grown used to the ache of my broken heart. All while I’ve worked to become the man she always deserved... Even if I never have a chance to show her. But my distance was dependent on her happiness, On the conviction that not only did she not want me, She didn’t need me.

Growing up, Wilder Ashburn was the hero I worshipped. I was the pigtailed pest who never left him alone. Everything changed the day I gave him a poem. For the first time, he saw me...And then he reached for his guitar. From that moment on, we were entangled. Bound by music and a shared dream. Along the way, we made vows: To always stay the same, To never let anything come between us, And above all, to never, ever fall in love.