On this cold autumn beach,
I stare at the waves
and I don't know if I'm looking
forward or backward,
in time,
but I remember
the warmth
and the life
that was here
and I want
to believe
and I want
to hope
that this season
of death
is only temporary
and I want to believe
and I want to hope
that the warmth
will return.
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What Matters Most: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other events that began in late July of 2000. This is my autobiography in poetry form. It's not just about love but also about the loss of those I have loved. I had fallen totally and...
