Enough...

What is poetry?
It is the utterance of thoughts
We would never otherwise speak…
It is the whisper of a pen,
A tear on a sheet
It is longing and desire
Folded into word
It is sorrow and fire
A memory stirred
It is ‘I love you’
‘I forgive you’
‘I need you’…
And more…

...It is the waves
Pounding eternally
On a distant shore…
It is the sound
Of a closing door
And foot-steps dying away
In mid-July
Beneath a tearless summer sky
When one more afternoon
Of laughter and love
Would have been
One day closer to…
Almost enough

J~