Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

When those moments we cannot ignore,

happen upon our day, our hours, memories.

We know in reflection they have meaning.

That’s the sort of anguish we might feel.

Always, will we want what wherewithal we

might endure to let ourselves feel at peace.

I remember how she did make me laugh,

that’s tangible, no one can take it away.

Hugs, really something I looked forward

to, no matter the place or circumstance.

Tonight I’m kind of dreaming happenstance,

those reminders of how real life may be.

I’ll hang around here for hours where

my yearnings are reminders of my reality.

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