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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Twenty years ago

I knew a person,

but twenty years is a long time

and time has a way

of bending things,

turning them askew

and making them anew

and now I know

this person I knew

from twenty years ago

couldn’t possibly be the same,

it’s not their fault though,

the course of life is to blame.



Fifteen years ago

my dad decided to die--

without letting me know,

and it happened that I cried

at his quiet funeral by the sea,

remembering the things I still had to say

and wondering if maybe  he died happy.

Two years after that, my mother died too,

months prior we’d found the first clue

so I’d known we were soon to part;

the cancer had spread to her heart

and on the night she passed,

too young and wonderful and pure,

I’d at least held her hand.



Ten years ago

I loved a loved with all my heart

and we found it wondrously well together,

but we loathed to be apart


destiny thought it fit to sever

our undone life to live,


and I still visit their stone

for I have flowers to give

to the love I’d known,

and I have stories to tell,

ones I’ve saved from the day,

and I have to wish them well

or else it’s really like they’re gone away.

Ten years already,

has it been ten years?

ten years since you were last here?

It doesn’t feel that long,

but it seems like an eternity ago;


ten years is a long time,


Submitted: May 07, 2016

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Wow! What a moving poem. Well done.

Sat, May 7th, 2016 7:23pm

Randhir Kaur

O sweet to remember those times...very nice...something made me struck...keep up..

Sun, May 8th, 2016 5:58am

Chris Green

Lovely verse full of warmth and feeling, eavent.

Sun, May 8th, 2016 11:41am

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