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I have for worry
one more ring –
a chain around my neck
a silver plated heart
for wearing down
the promise
once I held onto
folded near again
crushed against the hinges
by seasons of remorse
til all I knew of words
was indigo
verses since forgotten
are working at the lock –
inches from another
left undone
. . .
tornadoday 
Coulda, shoulda, woulda……Regrets by the barrel full…, and mementos to remind us of them. Don’t we all have them and what good comes of them, except maybe to teach us that we should reach out more eagerly for the happiness that we seek every day, and when we see it, grab it and hold on tightly lest it slip away. I really like this poem, Bobbie. If I keep listening to you long enough, maybe I’ll learn something ! 🙂
~~~Always~~~
Me
I can see that I have to translate my latest poem into English as well … 🙂
You will indeed, for I am certain that Babelfish would butcher your beautiful words, Salva…….
I agree. Much better to show some patience … 🙂
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I love you, Cindy…………..