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within the last
– an echo
of every time before
a moment left
where there will be
no more
no sorrow spared
by leaving
no midnight come away
laugher spilled
in silence sealed
always
no talk about forever
– it is come
my hopes to steal
verses meant
this broken heart
to heal
no one more day
to linger
in shadows set to stone
– what future lies
in all of love
I’ve known
became
of my confessions
but one
and then no more
within my last –
a whisper
of every life before
. . .
Your third stanza speaks to me, Bobbie; it is just achingly beautiful. And the stanzas, over and over, create an echo of their own. I hear so many echoes in this piece… going back and back and back some more. Love, as always. xo
Thank you, dear Angela. I think that’s part of our truth – that we are echoes of our own stories and those stories that became part of our own. The waves fall against the shore, the night swells, morning raises with a sigh, and beneath it all……..our heart beats. What a beautiful piece of all we are. Thank you for the reminders, my friend. ~ Always, you are loved. ~ Bobbie
Reading your poem, this thought surfaced: “echoes in the wind”
They keep returning to linger and with every return, they fade further away.
Your note reminds me of something I read once about memories, that they are like a photograph……..but over time, they become more like a picture of a picture………their nearness faded, and perhaps some of the emotion. Maybe the edges become polished, such that we can take them out without worry for the ache. Thank you, Eric. ~ Ever with love, Bobbie
We only have a set number of tomorrows…, and we don’t know when the last one will come. No time for sorrows. ~xo~
Me
Indeed……each day, this day. Here, our one assurance – our one truth. Let us spend wisely the wealth that is life, love. ~ Bobbie
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