Even though you are not yet gone, my self does not know it; is preparing for the cold as gradually as possible. With so many claims upon you now, I cannot bring any I may have to bear on you. I must leave you as free and unencumbered as I can. Since I can take none of your pain upon myself, the least I can do is to bear my own.
A flash from the past…Untitled
Posted: November 9, 2012 in Memories, Personal, PoetryTags: Love, memories, pain, personal, poetry, the past
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This, that and the other thing 
… that’s so beautiful and true…
Thanks!
Wow. Wonderful poem. I especially like “Even though you are not yet gone / my self does not know it / is preparing for the cold as gradually as possible” – such a good image of the way we withdraw to protect ourselves.
Thanks, Sharon. My 20-something self was hurting and writing through that hurt.
Your twenty-something year old self had a good way with words. I liked that.
Thanks very much, Madison. She may have had more time to write, too. 🙂