In solitude
in complete quiet
in separateness
with a loving heart
I write these lines
Had I had a partner
Had I had a lover
Had I teamed with someone
These lines might not come
Fresh bread for morning song
Fresh flowers for my heart
I loved you
you were my everything
until
it was over
vacant days
lonely nights
I loved you like breath itself
and in the loving, I began to love me
too
Quiet days
quieter nights
I speak to you now
in poetry, in verse
the heart never forgets
the depth of feeling
the heart never forgets.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Monday, 16 January 2012
I Loved You and in the Loving, loved me too - Anita Holzberg
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