The day is grey
Sunday
Alone
Remembering your smile
Tomorrow I will drive east
To meet the rising sun
Again I will remember
This day
Grey
Alone
One day
I will remember not to remember
Follow the sun as it sets in the west
Return home
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So poignant, Annell. Oh that remembering……..bittersweet and painful. I love the hope of driving west to return home……I am increasingly feeling the need to do that very thing.
West has always been another home for me. I miss it. There is a deep sigh hidden in this poem. Remembering isn’t always easy. We went to similar places today, and I doubt either of us found whatever we were looking for.
Elizabeth
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