A memory of you






In the times
when I am most lonely
when the restlessness
fills my soul
making me long for things
I do not have
and places
I have never seen
why is it you
I remember
the one I never really knew
the maybe-friend
and perhaps more
if time had allowed
and the misunderstandings
never happened
I feel lost
in these times
when I am most weak
and in need of guidance
now
not later
do I wish to be held
and perhaps kissed
until I know
what I am missing
is you












by: Karen Damon 1988





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