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.
7.30.2012
rememberings
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amazing how a ripple to one person can be a wave to another
ReplyDeletevery poignant poem
do you know you speak right from my heart? How do you do that, without even knowing why or how or when?
ReplyDeleteI loved this for so many reasons. What a beautiful ripple of words. xoxo
This is poignant and wonderful, Marian! Wow, hope she listened.
ReplyDelete"The phone call
ReplyDeletenever made,
the retreating,
bad timing,
never saying nothing."
And here I am.
I love this poem!
Always touching.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Marian.
Cami
This is really achingly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteRegret and loss make for such beautiful poetry. But I hate that I hear your real heart in that regret. Hugs.
ReplyDeletemy real heart? maybe, maybe not :)
ReplyDeletethank you, lovely friends. xoxo
Yeah, what Lance said. That, and I still kinda htae you for being so flippin' brilliant.
ReplyDeleteno hating! xo
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