Again
Only 300 miles awayI found a little part of him
with me.
A single, coarse strand
of white fur--
my precious! For the first time,
I missed him.
I realized in that moment,
I did not miss the man.
Again
Only 300 miles awaysimoneaugustus commented on Again
06-09-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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