Sometimes, when you press so close to me
It almost feels
Like it used to be…
Sometimes, when thought is vivid and keen
I almost believe
In what might have been
Sometimes, I re-visit the bittersweet so
I can revel in the pain
Of letting go
Sometimes I am satisfied with love
And sometimes I know
It will never be enough
J~
I can sign under each word, except of course these are your words only, the one and only "J" :-) Such a pleasure to read you.
ReplyDeleteYou know I'm a sentimental old fool. I have been so blessed in my life...maybe almost too much:)
ReplyDeleteYour comments are always a pleasure, my dear.
Felt this Janet...touching on some deep feelings...nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThat third stanza is so well done, and so true.
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