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Letting Go, Love, memory, poem, poetry, relationships, remorse, romance, Serenity, writing
I saw you in the eastern sky
Last Thursday
I saw you on the cover of a Paolo Coelho novel
Last weekend
I heard your voice in the stillness of the dawn
And when Andrea sang Con Te Partiro in Morroco
I felt your presence in the flickering candlelight
When I prayed
The calm warmth of serenity washed me
And as I let your vision, your voice, your presence
Enter me
A moment’s delight and memory’s dance
Lingered
But with courage and wisdom
I also let your vision, your voice, your presence
Leave me
Without regret
Without remorse