love

July 11, 2008
By marie johnson, Roxboro, NC

The brush of the fall leaves
The holding of your hands that held me
The sweet smell you left behind when you left
The remenessing we shared
The loud tears,
and pain
The way i suffered
To love you in the end
Just for you to say you love me
and you loved me just as much as i truley loved you


The author's comments:
i dedicate this poem to my loved ones

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