I close my eyes to escape
but am captivated
by colorful images of days past
of moments lost, of him.
I see lush foliage laden with moisture
I hear water falling
crashing
onto smooth rocks.
I open my eyes
and try to tear away
from the memory
unwilling to go back there.
To the time when
I lost myself
-Stradford 2018
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PoesíaA collection of poems and prose moving through the phases of love. Dedicated to those who feel fiercely and yet thrive whether loving, hurting or letting go.
