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Aouie's Journal

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Edna

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
the old snow melt from every mountain-side;
and last year's leaves are smoke on every lane;
but last year's bitter loving must remain.
Heaped on my heart and my old thoughts abide
there are a hundred places where I fear
to go - so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place
where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

XOXOXOXOXOXO
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a.o.u.i.e. scribbled this @ 10:45 PM

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