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I Saw Her Walking
I saw her walking down the street, and I stopped .
Clothes are tattered, old suitcase in her hand.
I approached, she flinched.
“You want to hurt me more? Reject me again?” She said.
“I came to say I'm sorry. Please come home.”
“Until you feel guilty again?”
“No. For the rest of our lives, if you are willing.”
We embrace, go home.
I had to do this.
Had to make it right.
And I will.
Because I need her.
Because the girl is me.
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Oh My!
Boy did you say a lot with just a few words.
Portia
Portia
I Saw Her Walking. (A Drabble)
How many here fight the same battle within?
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Been there
Been there a thousand million times,
during my early life.
But age brought me acceptance,
and took away the strife.
Now free in time and space and life,
my needs to so indulge.
And where twas once a secret kept,
I'm now free to divulge.
Yes.
We've all been there. I've even been back to some locations on the off chance that the evidence of those repeated,futile, secretive guilty disposals might somehow still exist. They didn't. The discarded clothes are gone but my needs still remain and long may they reign.
Prose are just so evocative.
Thanks.
Beverly.
Growing old disgracefully.