An experiment in poetry and a reflection on love. From innocent childhood romances to painful, grown, unrequited love, I am attempting to share the depth to which each one touched me. The waters move from shallow to deep quickly and without warning and the ocean is still expanding, yet to be sealed with the solid permanence of lifetime commitment. …Well, there was that one time, but we divorced 2 years later…
8.30.2011
Poem for #47
Insecure voice
Void of eye contact
Confidence and charm of utmost importance
To me
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