"Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go,-so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him."
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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Emotions
PoetryI guess this is a sister book to thoughts, it's the same gist I guess. Emotions is full of little poems, thoughts and of course emotions so here you go, enjoy (highest ranking #202 poetry)