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despite my hesitation
I’ve discovered where you were
e’en now my fingers
roll o’er aching boards
fumble with the presence
of something
I can’t see –
takes my breath
and skips my heart a beat
of consequence
I’ve known to curse
the way that time concedes
tho maybe this –
my way of missing me
an evermore
I’ll never know
to ease my hurts this way
tracing now the tender chords
where once your music
played
. . .
tornadoday 
“tracing now the tender chords where once your music played”
Haunting words, Bobbie. They take me to memories…..
Paul
For all that we are in this ‘now’, we remain a part (still) of another time. They, in fact, make the now much sweeter for who we are would never have been had not the music once played within the still (forever changed). I know you know, and thank you, Paul. ~ Much always, Me
🙂
Breathtaking remembrance of self ~
“I’ve known to curse
the way that time concedes
tho maybe this –
my way of missing me”
You are amazing Bobbie ~ truly mean this x – Love, RL
Robyn, regardless of what I write – I know there is a part that can only be understood (truly understood) by women. It is the language of love, of truth, of that which exists far beneath words. Thank you, my sweet beautiful friend. I love you……… ~ Ever, Bobbie
That hesitation and regret, that looking back. It is your song.
Thank you, Stephen. Always, there is a moment looking back (over the shoulder) to another place (another me). Regrets? Never regret love…….for the reward is not in the destination, but the journey. In the loving……… Always, Bobbie
I could say that your poem shares regret, and yet i see one looking for the hope of a renewing and refreshing of a heart seeking to embrace its love again! Either way, you always write with a great precision and depth…great writing here! God bless!
You know me so well, Wendell…….. Regardless our ways, the one thing denied regret is love. Always, it goes with us……..always as near as a breath, written to the quiet folds of our eternal heart. Always, love blesses us. ~ Ever, Bobbie