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We once loved, and then that love left; and yet, the memory of that love is left.


Memory

You were once all to me
but now there is nothing
beside what’s been left,
a memory that’s bereft,
I could wish be gone,
but that is not allowed,
it is not mine to choose -
a memory I cannot lose.

© D G Moody 2022




Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2022-07-26 at 19:21

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Sameen
Reminds me of that Byron poem "When We Two Parted."

Nice one.
2022-08-01



Ah, that, is divine
2022-07-26