Heather Z. Hanna Poems

Loving a free living man,
Loving only as I can,
Loving only what I know.
Knowing that it can't be so.
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Let him write.
I will answer.
Then I will write
and he will answer.
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Soft cricket song rises
and falls.
First here, then here,
Then there.
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This distance.
There's nothing I can do,
But wonder
And wait on you.
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Leaving will be hard. Maybe harder than anything else.
Just thinking about it is tearing me apart.
I'll climb up on my mountain
And see the whole world before me
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What difference does a poem make?
For the writer it expresses a lot.
For the reader maybe not.
Yet, if it's written with depth of words
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Where are you tonight?
Where are you this moment
That you are not here with me?
Are you sleeping or driving late?
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Gone.
Long gone.
How long?
How was I to know?
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Mine is an open Heart.
Layed open for you,
Exposed.
There is no choice
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I cannot take you with me
Where I am going.
In fact, I take not myself
To where I'm destined to go.
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