Poem -

The True Nature of Loss 

                                                              As she entered the room,
                                                                         I suddenly
                                                               remembered the scent
                                                                       and the taste
                                                             and the feel of orchards
                                                                      and harbours
                                                            and sixteen other sacred
                                                                       places that
                                                           I visited during my youth ..
                                                                       And although
                                                            I never quite forgot them
                                                                         I no longer
                                                            think of them each day or
                                                                        mourn their
                                                           existential passing, such is
                                                                   the nature of loss ..

 

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janie18

wow I wish I was as good as you, this is amazing

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Neville

You are very kind thank you janie .. wishing you all good things, Neville 

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Rory McGinlay

Rings true to me of you. I don't peg you as a mourner. I am however. Maybe that's how I know?

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Neville

Thank you for visiting these words Rory .. Unfortunately, I am a poor griever .. Neville 

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Rory McGinlay

I regret everything! Lol. You are A poet, after all 

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Neville

One can but only try sir .. Neville 

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