You can never go back they say.
That which is lost to time
can never be recaptured.
All moments must pass.
Yet today, I sit here
frozen in place
toying with this postcard
from days past
because it is all I have left
of then, of him
of whom I thought I would be.
-Michelle Stradford 2018
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PoetryA 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.
