untitled #1

untitled to protect the innocent



you are the haunting of all my thoughts

in every sleeping and waking hour

you stalk my vault of memory.


I ‘saw’ you once and that sufficed

deep spoke unto deep.  a bell was rung

a bell that could not be unrung

and long long after you first blessed my eyes

my dream holds of living beside you…

with you… joined yet separate…



I’ll tread taking care not to trip over

your cats and dogs and paints and easels,

while you take time off

to drink the coffee I brought up to you

and read yet another poem

I’ve written all about you.


© coolhermit 2023
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sweet poem, tender words. I enjoyed reading it.

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