because I thought
it less than a dream
but truer than I dared to hope
because I thought of all
there was and all there never would be
conjoined with hope and loss
until I would not
separate the two
and because I thought you real
but lost
I lost the chance I never knew I had
to make you real once more
Sometimes we must let go of our dreams, only to question our decision later.
ReplyDeleteyep. And sometimes the dream refuses to let go of us. It's like a homeless puppy that keeps following you...
ReplyDeleteThey're there, but not. I hear this. Salute, JT!
ReplyDeleteI know you do, Mr. L. All those rugsucker dreams, that follow you from house to house...
ReplyDeleteA poem I understand. It is like you almost wrote it for me!
ReplyDeleteI wrote it for me, but also for anyone who has been there, too. Im glad you understand it, Harvey.
DeleteHi Mittens~
ReplyDeleteJust seeing if I can climb the fence here
Perse
it looks as if you made it, Perse. Even if you are anonymous. Whew. I thought for a minute I had deleted you, lol.
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