Monday, January 3, 2011

December 18 Poem

there are
so many things
we have not
as yet forgotten
but i mourn
the ones
we have lost
and ask you
to forgive me
for repeating
what i recall
of us
as often as i do
i suspect
i have embellished
our story
it is as close
to precise
as it needs to be
to be true

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