You have gone
into the dreams of night.
On Halloween I read
your message of goodbye.
Last time you left
no message.
My silly heart broke.
This time, scrupulous,
you kept your promise:
no more unexplained
vanishing tricks.
You told me my fault
and only then
cut all contact.
This time it hurts less.
Although I forgave
I never went so deep again.
What you had done once….
[Poem #61]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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