Poem 1

I stand at the shore

Waving my hand

To those who

Have embarked on

The journey

I am not invited

Like quicksilver,

Their smiles, faces,

Voices, hands, mannerisms

Disappear into the fog,

Toward sunrise, sunset,

Rise up to the stars

Of the navy night sky.

My bruised and battered heart

Aches

All of you whom I have loved

Have left me to repair myself,

To mend the tears in the squares

Of the quilt of my life.

Feeling abandoned,

I turn from the shore

And move forward

Alone.

Eve Remillard

6/13/2015

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