Millions of
memories washed over me
when I heard your voice
twenty-four years – forever
I’ve thought of you so often
You have visited me in my sleep
always in my heart
I’ve always loved you, you know
Not like my love for him,
my safe love, comfortable love
No, it has always been an everlasting,
childlike, starry-eyed love,
lilly white, spiritual, no pain love
Twenty-four years will do that
Cleanse everything, make it sterile
dumping the bad holding the good
Like you are still you and I am still me
But, we’re not
Sandra L. Hazley
April, 2003
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