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of stones
four hundred more
than mine –
the path to you was traded
forsaken as the sin
that held me here
to know you
as I knew you well
how sweet the coming back
became of longing –
one more passing
near
became a story
told by hands –
silence has her way
of folding into
destinies the same
were places I’d forgotten
how the hell
you made me feel
years have gone
and taken me
to blame
where are you
what words are come
what taste is on your lips
as truth to lie awake
beyond your will
the leaving
makes a deeper cut
than e’er the welcome home
arms have waited lifetimes
to be filled
. . .
tornadoday 
This gives me a bit of the blues, Bobbie, lowdown lonesome blues. Loved it though, Lady Wordsmith. You twist emotions around your pen as well as words.
~~xo~~ Himself
O, Paul, this was not meant to be blue………….merely introspective………… But I also know (and have known) that the finder finds their own truth. Love to you this beautiful Sunday. ~ Ever, Bobbie
…And all day long I’ve been thinking it was Satururday!!! Wasn’t so much the blues, Bobbie, but a bit of the lonesome. The last 2 lines fairly well sum up what I was feeling when I finished reading it. Love to you, darlin’ girl.
Paul
Empty places empty hearts full of memories!
Thank you, Willow……………..but where is love, I truly feel the heart is never ever empty. Always love, Bobbie
I too would like to think you are right!
We are right………. 🙂
Yes we are! 😉 xx
Have you thought about posting a recording of you reciting your poem?
Yes, I have, Bob, but struggle with the software and mic I have……….. Although I live in a place where it would be easy to find professional services, I realize that it would be a strain to keep up and I wonder (at times) whether the desire is for the right reasons…………and so I hesitate. Thank you for the suggestion though. Perhaps soon, I will try again to make it work. ~ Love, Bobbie
very sobering ~ A careful stone-placing… this returning is healing… to me.
Thank you, Debbie. I should have known you would see into the heart of this. May your day wash warm around your soul. ~ Love ever, Bobbie