Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Drag On Heart

I returned to the beach we both loved so much five years later without you and with our daughter. I remembered me from that time and I missed you. We have no home together where thoughts could turn to rest - what we once had is a rubble of broken dreams that time waits to devour.

Home Thoughts - Carl Sandburg

The sea rocks have a green moss.

The pine rocks have red berries.

I have memories of you.


Speak to me of how you miss me.

Tell me the hours go long and slow.

Speak to me of the drag on your heart,

The iron drag of the long days.

I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day,

Empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.

Speak to me...

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