19
02
2007
I Wrote A Poem Once….
about the time we met
After the divorce.
After the new husband.
At our child’s house, for
the baby’s birthday.
I could still feel my fingers
wandering to
Those places now forbidden.
I tried not to think
Of it. To no avail.
It is too fresh.
Your luminous
Self is all I feel.
All I can see of this moment.
Even though I can no longer
feel the softness
Of your body, your hair,
your mouth, I am close
Enough now to sense
the warmth from only
A foot away….
a mile away….
a millennium
Away. Forever
away.
Ron Russo ©1992-2006
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