all my loves haunt me
like half-forgotten sights
of childhood glimpsed
in the instant of passing
but as permanent as any memory
I've carefully cultivated
all my loves have passed me by
but none of them are gone
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Monday, April 21, 2014
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