Ok, I think, maybe, I’m ready now
To finally let you go
Remembering the moment when you first told me so
All the leaves have died
Their colors all bled
The magic of living spins here, inside my head
The past tries to hold on
While we learn to let go
Drifting away freely, like the newly formed snow
Leaving its mark
A small, subtle clue
That no distance could ever stand between me and you
So, when the stars shine
And the lonely moon glows
I’ll remember I’m yours and your memory is my ghost
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Naked Woman in My Backyard
Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
By Gail Winfree6 days ago in Poets
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What a decision that one needs or has to make, but with your poem the decision is easier to make. Good job.