Papers

Scattered on the desk
pieces of a lifetime
strewn across the floor
how can I
go through them
relive the days
that were before
you went away
and left me
alone to wonder
what now?

I can't do this
so they remain
where they fell
reminders
of the love
that is gone
with the breeze
that put them there
once upon a time
so very long ago
in a world filled
with light and love
that is
no more.

—Josie Ingles (c) March 1, 2004

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