Poems,
are the breadcrumbs
of thoughts,
left as a trail.
Written snippets…
That I may follow,
back,
to know
from whence I came.
Pausing
At each crumb.
To know,
to feel
and remember.
While you,
reading,
may only speculate.
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It is that,
which should not be there.
Revealed
In the lightshade of a restaurant,
the windowsill of a shop.
That reminds,
brings forward more
than a thought;
A yearning,
an ache.
A vision of that
which hovered
above you in those last
moments.
That still connects.