Tuesday, December 22, 2015

For LuAnn

She gave me myself back,
wrapped up in paper I picked out 
years ago but was afraid to use. 

She knew how to listen 
and that we were playing a wicked game 
of keeping score. She was patient. 
She was kind. 
She let me cuss and cry. 
She was freedom and green trees 
and    fall    breezes that echo back 
what they are told.
She gave us 
She helped me fall in love 
with him again. 
She can’t be a friend
    but I love her    and hope
one day 

she    reads     this. 

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