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Just another thing to live with.
I miss you today.
There is no particular reason -
it's no one's birthday, it's not a special occasion of any kind,
I just thought I’d tell you that.
I'm doing it again -
making mistakes - doing everything wrong.
I know this -
even without you here to point it out.
I can see how you were right,
but I can’t remember the solutions.
So much has passed into failing memory.
It's frightening to think you might be fading for me.
There is so much of you, of us, that I've forgotten –
even with you here.
I see you now as I saw you in the beginning -
as I saw you at the new moon ponds where the wish was made,
long before bottles and babies and all of the things that love demanded.
Nobody knows this - you do, I suspect, but no one else,
I felt you calling to me.
When you needed me, and I wasn't there – I felt you.
You called, and I pushed it to the back of my mind,
and even though they all say, there was nothing I could have done -
I could have been with you.
I owed you that.
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|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Wao! Very touching!|
|Reviewed by Branch Isole
|Yes Oralya - YES|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
This writing style is very inducing and interesting. "The Debt" depicts the feelings with a poemization that touches de womb of the heart and shows the picture of soul.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|Oh, wow. What a moving poem. It hits hard, makes me want to cry. Very well done.|
|Reviewed by Jim Compton (Reader)
|I've felt this myself.
You put it beautifully on paper.
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|how sad but so beautifully written|