A reverent look at the memory of love and our unwillingness to let it go . . . after all, why should we? |
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Corner of My MindThere’s a corner of my mind you ownand I don’t want it back, but will always be aware of where it’s gone, who holds the mortgage If it were land, only wilderness would do Untouched, untrod places in my mind Were it a house, a fireplace reflecting warmth, soft wines and conversation, over candlelight Your ownership treads lightly on my land A moccasined foot that leaves no trail letting me look back upon myself to wonder, if you were really there at all |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
