7.30.2012

rememberings

Now, remembering
is mostly about
regrets.

The phone call
never made,
the retreating,
bad timing,
never saying nothing.

Please show yourself,
a glimmer, a ripple.

I'll lend you my voice
to speak through
if that's what you need.

A light memory,
running, or sitting
cross-legged,
eye to eye, seeing.

Please.

He loved you
more than you know.

10 comments:

  1. amazing how a ripple to one person can be a wave to another

    very poignant poem

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  2. do you know you speak right from my heart? How do you do that, without even knowing why or how or when?

    I loved this for so many reasons. What a beautiful ripple of words. xoxo

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  3. This is poignant and wonderful, Marian! Wow, hope she listened.

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  4. "The phone call
    never made,
    the retreating,
    bad timing,
    never saying nothing."

    And here I am.
    I love this poem!

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  5. Always touching.
    Lovely, Marian.

    Cami

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  6. This is really achingly beautiful.

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  7. Regret and loss make for such beautiful poetry. But I hate that I hear your real heart in that regret. Hugs.

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  8. my real heart? maybe, maybe not :)
    thank you, lovely friends. xoxo

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  9. Yeah, what Lance said. That, and I still kinda htae you for being so flippin' brilliant.

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