Bittersweetness

Whispers of a poet's heart

There is something to be said

For those surprising select flavors

Of yesterdays we still remember

As if they were a homemade stew

I’ve long missed the ages of mail

Piling upon a still cold foyer floor

Mostly a clutter of obsolete news

Liken fallen leaves in midst of fall

That time and winds have chased

Indicating someone is still gone

As life kept coming to their door

The way tumbleweeds stumble by

Now, the only chasing is by whispers

Lost in silence of our…unfished conversations

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