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sometimes
I’m remembered
to places once I fell
and arms that reached around me
in the dark
whispers of forgiveness
settle me tonight
clover grows
in meadows never seen
leaving
never meant to last
still I’ve kept the best –
verses (twenty more
and there your name)
passages decided
by the turning of a page
chapters never written
even now the stars
defend
to know the way
we came before –
would hold forever safe
softened by the telling
and tempted not
by fate
. . .
tornadoday 
The last stanza is the whole poem, Bobbie. There’s a beautiful honesty to those lines that can’t be denied or misunderstood. I really liked the whole piece. It’s one of your best…, not the longest or most complex, just one of your best, darlin’ girl. ~xo~
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. I think (I know) that is the verse I started with; everything else, just a means for getting there. ~ Always, Me
Ditto. A real good one of passages decided by the turning of a page – a scroll.
Thank you, Stephen. Your comment reminds me of a book I read many years ago; and since then, I’ve read others much the same – an impression of how everything can hinge on one decision (or one indecision). Always, forever waits the door. Thank you, dear friend. ~ Much love, Bobbie
You said it. Not me. The poem was one of your best.
You behold the past as such a treasure…though it has hurt us, it has also healed us, and it has led us here. I am glad for all of this. I must admit my fondness for your poetry, Bobbie.
As I am quck to admit my extreme fondness for you, Nessa. Thank you. ~ All my love, Bobbie ~ To love is ache and yet, why would we choose anything else?
beautifully tied with a silk bow!
Thank you, dearest Deb. I’m so glad you like it……… ~ Ever, Me
I see love letters wrapped in faded ribbon or weathered twine, taken out on occasion, to be re-read, as they become more fragile (as the heart) through the years …
Ahhhh, only someone with letters of their own would understand such a romantic notion. Only love knows love. Thank you, Peter. ~ Ever still, Bobbie