The world thinks My Darling Joan died in March, 1956; it just looked that way outside ... I have a different view inside!
Love 'n Stuff, RHEY ...
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TOMORROW IS YESTERDAY (again)
Instead of dead,
Joan’s still alive, alone.
Alive, alone
inside my head,
not dead … instead …
alone, alive
Joan waits.
She waits in empty space,
a place I could not fill
with fifty years
of tears
or will!
At last,
Time has
turned from slow to fast
the future is becoming past,
a tick or two, two tocks and then,
Joan and I will be “US” again!
And as my head grows cold inside,
WE will warm up our tomorrows,
together,
in the past,
again!
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Rhey W. Hedges, Feb 14, 2007
