A Lesson

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  • Lost Love

    A Lesson

    Breathe in the warm words that used to heat your skin to a blush

    Breathe out the coolness that the empty seat has left.

    Open your eyes to the work that ends in till death do us part

    Close your eyes to the half truths and screaming words unspoken.

    Forget the lightness of his greeting

    Remember when he didn't have to say anything.

    This is how to live out the purchase of

    A few more days before your heart breaks

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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