in memory of Ms. Ed Yeaw

December 10, 2018 at 5:34 pm Leave a comment

in memory of Ms. Ed Yeaw

i would say your face
is etched in my memory
but it somehow is not, only
the parts remaining, not
the whole…

say, rather
that on this morning
more than 30 years later
(having savagely awakened myself
every time i dreamed of you; you
never knew, never even guessed
that loving you was already
nearly “sinful” to me
while we were still ‘together’
though that we were never)
i thought to see your shadow pass.

it shall pass
again and again,
i know
and that i shan’t try to pause itl.

drinking of the moment
i do not, must not
attempt to grasp it


Mind you, the attempt to keep hold while not grabbing is either self-contradictory or extremely difficult.

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