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Who was I before
(I wonder
now and then).
Was I more than this
or less than most –
a trace of ‘might have been’.
Were my lips the same
when spoke your name –
did you hang on every word
or close your ears
(to hide your heart) –
should e’er the truth
be heard.
(I wonder)
when you hold me –
do you feel the same (inside).
A fluttering of osprey
a deep and growing tide –
or something less
(you’ve lost your way).
A place to be
instead –
hands above the table –
boots beneath the bed.
When offered life –
would just enough
be more than you could bear.
Of love (the same as breathing)
shall grieve for you
(I swear).
Misguided dreams
when nights were long –
forgot the need to pray
for morning light
(returned as love) –
to wash your fears away.
Was nothing
you remember –
as the same you were (made more).
Surrendered every memory
of who I was
before.
No simple answers to the questions asked.
Heard them all before and answers were the same
Would our future days be tasked
With searching for our name (who to ask).
Good night, Chiquitita,
xo
Pablo
right. well said.
😉 love you………. ~ Me
Thoughtful question, and now I’ve come to thinking — I’m different than I was before, but very much the same. Such is the paradox! Thank you for this, Bobbie!
🙂 Dearest Dee, I would suspect that most women wouldn’t recognize the woman they were 20 years ago, 10, or even 5. In truth, I’m not the woman I was this morning (although, as you’ve noted, very much the same in some ways)……. Yes, it is a lovely paradox. Always we are becoming who we’ve always been. What a beautiful evolution of love. I love that! Thank you, Dee. ~ Much love, Bobbie