Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
” I thought years ago that old Heraclitus was wrong. You can’t step into the same river even once.”– Jim Harrison You can’t step into the same river even once for the water is forever changing, re-arranging, adapting.
I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.
And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.
Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…
In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.
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