Saturday, June 23, 2007

On a recent journey home ...

I will not know her
As I did then
I am not that man I was
And never will be again
I can lament lost dreams shared
But can not dream them back to being
She was mine for a moment
A short-lived lifetime
I thought would last forever
I can see her this morning
A clear and bright new day
She holds another’s hand now
She knows another’s breath on that soft neck
And so it will ever be
No matter how I weep to dream her back

© German Diary 2007

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Blogger d. chedwick bryant said...

what a sweet/sad poem.

9:12 PM  
Blogger EHDKD said...


11:52 AM  

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