Within me I long – for that love that was first – the first person to ever love just me – a love that defined – the standard I would set – bad timing – rough youth – that does not see – the precious gift in its grasp – love flown – love lost – but next to me still – within me still – holding me – loving me – still…

2 thoughts on “Loss…

  1. A comment sent to me via an unorthodox method, as a response to my prose poem here:

    So much of life is bittersweet
    So little is truly clean, or neat
    and yet among the mess
    I must confess
    firmly planted are my feet
    you are there
    I am here
    long is the ache for you, my sweet.


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