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frighten me
the mirror was –
a friend before the light
when by the by
in shadows turned about
I thought of you
forgotten in the rush
to run away –
do you miss me now
in places you can’t stay
the roughness where the scar
was worn –
a curve beneath the bone
tears that filled my eyes
whene’er you smiled
spend with me
a moment more –
and beg me then to touch
the worst of you –
the best I came
to love
tornadoday 
beautiful flow, mood and images brought forward. Loved this, brought memories. I liked the use of the “mirror”, it really set a tone….love this poem!! Linda
Dear Linda, I’m delighted you found this……… I didn’t struggle with writing it, but struggled with posting because I was afraid it was too long. I’m so glad it kept you reading. That’s more than enough. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
“the best I came
to love” – If that were all our purpose ‘twould be enough.
……Absolutely, and ultimately, that is our ONLY purpose………. 😉
Or at least should be.