This time it felt
just like a premonition.
In the dream,
I felt like a ghost -
I was there with you
transparent to your sight;
you looked right through me
not seeing me.
My love for you
keeps these dreams alive.
There is something familiar
about the place.
There, by the water
we stood,
yet you did not see me.
I watched you enter your sailboat.
I tried to call out to you;
I was scared
of losing you.
I watched you drift away,
fading out of sight.
The boat I enter
takes me back in time -
back to you.
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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...
