"Lost Twice", written as a Dinggedicht, or object poem
"Lost" written as a Dinggedicht, or object poem
Letting go of the memories
I can still remember when we Danced and frolicked in our prime...
Life was hard while I was overseas and away from my family, but I was not without hope and happiness. There were growing pains, that is all.
How could you be unfaithful to The one for whom you cared? Or did you lie about that, too?
Greg, you scoundrel, In my memory you entice me, You raise my hopes— But I blink, and then...
It is not so plain as it used to be, And to this everyone seems to agree—