Memories seem to take a great deal
of courage to face...
let me catch my breath
and I'll explain.
How can I show you
what I see?
Or help you to feel
what I feel?
I remember there was a beach...
or a park
that we visited.
(Who visited?)
Doing nothing.
I remember those places
where happiness was finding
a new way to hold her -
the object of my love -
who?
The one who loved me.
and to be held by her...
Happiness was so easy then.
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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...
