Thursday, 24 April 2014

National Poetry Writing Month: Day Twenty-Three



Do you ever think of me?
Do I ever visit your dreams?
Late at night, have I softly tread within your longing mind?
Do I reside within your thoughts as much as you do within mine?
For I hope to be there,
Words do not articulate or lay bare,
And I know I do not say, for I cannot.
I merely hope, least of all, my memory shan’t be soon forgotten,
For you, I know with certainty, will not.


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