Friday, August 19, 2011

Love poem on the Ache of Missing Life

The Ache of My Imagination
       -a love poem
Lace, holding our son in the mirror,
I walk, sweat for the summer my only
and company, until the sounds of giddy
greets me. The ritual of a ten thousand

much like the kiss and the meals I have
for you and you me. I cross the weather
just place to save energy and keep us
My son, prompted by your excitement,
To be home, the moment to be forgotten
the long process of time, repeated many
Created and told, but it here our prodigy
the life we live. You are the woman
millions of time in my imagination,
as it is to hold onto the wonder of our

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