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Memories Of Me

Longing,
Waiting
Sitting at an end.
Never to begin.
Blending,
Trying again,
Wanting to hope,
To believe, to feel,
To have it be real.

Needing to recheck my past.
To look into my heart.
To wonder how it would be,
To never say goodbye.
CarlaW CarlaW 61-65, F 1 Response Jul 6, 2012

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This poem was directed to a love I'd never been able to find. I did find it. Late in life. Love is better when it arrives late in life. So long awaited for you welcome it with open arms.