Transition
Haunted by memories
Visions…
Images…
Plague the mind
Too many minds
Loss greater than death
Dying a thousand times
Each time I think of you
And remember –
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because I can – because I am
“Some of us stay forever ourselves, not knowing how to be anything but; hoping to find someone who requires nothing else of us.” - Jill Terry
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This sounds tragic, Jill. A great loss means there must have been great love.
I hope those memories gradually become joyful, a part of your colorful life, rich with experiences of all sorts. Time has a way of doing that.
Tragic yes – but makes for good poetry, no?
Yes. So why don’t you go out there and have more tragedies, because I really dig your poetry.
I think your mother is right. You’re a little drama queen, aren’t you!
Guilty as charged!
And not to worry – I’ve got enough shit stored in the memory bank to last a lifetime…if not several!
I love it my dear friend!
And then the sunrises
All darkness remembered.
Thank you, Dennis. An absolute gift to find you here!
Just as time does heal.
But the heart never forgets…
Thank you, Robert.