Love is letting go and I've done that. |
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The Music Haunts My MindSo much of us seems left in parks,here in Prague, there where you live and in cities we’ve both left behind Perhaps there’s something too direct about the intimacy of indoors Places we might have to face each other without the intervention of grass No sun and wind to carry thoughts away, to drift like smoke from fires that scorch my mind when touched There were things we might have shared that never made it past the blades of grass pulled idly and chewed in conversation Or am I wrong, my words written in shade, yours dappled in the private script of sunshine Misreading the tea-leaves of lives spent apart Not enough reason to rewind, play it back and hear the sounds, feel something akin to fingers on guitars that know all the chords and never find a melody Love is letting go and I’ve done that It wasn’t mine to grab and hold anyway in all these parklands where we lazed, fingering notes, humming, watching leaves blow and still, even today, the music haunts my mind |
 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. |
