To Leave With Nothing Left BehindRevised 7/10)
I think of why I write this verse:
Of thoughts and memories come to mind,
And know that there'd be nothing worse,
To leave with nothing left behind.

I think of those I miss so much,
My memory of them will fade.
A gift it would have been to touch,
A book that one of them had made,

To tell me their most secret wish,
Or things thought precious that they saved,
In words laid on a paper dish,
For me to keep, to read, to crave,

When moments dark invade this home,
And empty space surrounds me so,
Perhaps if they'd have left a poem,
Into its pages I would go,

To spend a moment lost in time,
And read again what's left of them.
Whatever precious gem of rhyme,
Would bring them close to me again.


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Michele
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writing Michele
"...a poem a day, keeps the shrink away!"

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