Remembered, Not Retrieved

Certitude? No. I have that now,
A nagging sense that all will fall
Apart, as has all that I knew.
I want, instead, what I had once:
A sweeter sense, the naivete of
Someone, younger, unaware
Of odds against and plain decay.
I want what I can see, or would
Have seen, within your face,
Had I have seen you long ago:
Belief that life is fine for now,
And that, together, we could
Make it better. Certitude?
Oh, no. What I most wish I had,
But don't, is faith.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-19 at 12:35

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