Watching the sun set
in my eyes
in her eyes._____
Her voice on the phone
I tremble._____
Walking hand-in-hand
feeling cotton's warmth
against my bare arm.______
In the moonlight
waves
from
waves_______
Bare trees on a silent night
like my memories of her
and love itself.______
Naked exposed trees
my wounds
of the past.______
Silent winter night
the sound of waves
the comfort of her arms.______
Feeling numb
my face where
tears have frozen.--------
Curled up like an infant
alone
remembering her.--------
The memory of her voice
indistinct like the sound of waves
takes my breath away, still.
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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...