The Brook Of Life Poem by Holly Jamestone

I stopped peering through the keyhole and
Listening for your familiar step
I put away my pen, our love letters
And made a new beginning in my mind
With no trace or echoes of our familiar refrain
As that time had passed away

Like a death, lost love had been grieved and respected
Reminisced of, revisited, buried
Until one day it had turned to dust
And settled in the corners of the room
Evaporating from all view

I no longer look through the peephole in hopes
Of glimpsing your sunlit brow
Having put us away, folded neatly, dusted off
As an out-of-season sweater would be
When placed in a cedar-lined clothes coffin
To be still and unused, never to be reworn

Relieved am I, tucking us away for the final time
Up in the attic, opening the shutters, raising the window
And letting all memory of you fly away, the way a mother deer
Releases her fawn to make its way in the world
Moving onward to find its own purpose while drinking from
THE BROOK OF LIFE

(1-2-2005)
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