A bit different for me... but sometimes things just need to be said...
I Remember
You ask if I remember you
and I answer in a voice
that is
cold,
crisp,
and clear...
Yes, I do remember you.
I remember the pain.
I remember the devastation you caused.
I remember my own guilt.
I remember too much!
How I wish I didn't!
Well said. To the point. Words which many can identify with. I identify with them, unfortunately I was the one causing that pain, that devastation, during my lost decades. I have finally forgiven myself for my crimes of the heart, Myrna, because the man I am today is not the punk I was then, knowing that is the only way it was possible to forgive myself. But I will never forgive the punk.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Cheers moi spp,
Dan
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