" The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,

they're in each other all along."

From Essential Rumi

by Coleman Barks


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Shell

I was a living, loving person:
My warm embrace,
the softness of my skin,
the scent of my hair;
my kiss and touch,
my laughter,
the timbre of my voice;

I was
the velvety darkness of my eyes
heavy with happiness
about being loved;

I was
my brightened face
by the rays reflected
from the Sea of Trust and Hope…

I was just the beginning
of your Great Love Story
all your life
you’ve yearned for.

* * *
Now I’m reduced to just a few snapshots
forgotten
on the bottom of your memory’s drawer…
Now I am a  shell of who I was:
I am a small shell you brought from vacation
and forgot…

Eterne

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