In Loving Memory


They were

attached 

to flowers,

attached 

to gifts

notes constant 

as love tokens

exchanged and

etched in memory,

in loving memory.


Later came the letters,

lost love

letters.

There was no reply

there could be no reply

when there was nothing to say.


Seeing the unopened piles

cut you like a knife,

you said.

But that was later

when I couldn’t hear you

when I was over 

long after 

we were over

now all is done.


I think it’s done.




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