This Ever Foolish Fool... Poem by RIC BASTASA
This Ever Foolish Fool...
it is not the body
that i see,
its form and lines
and flesh of hills and
mountains
it is that which
makes me remember you
in it,
that makes me love
again,
it is not that body
of the other,
but the memory of you
in it,
that makes me live some
more....
for now i see you in
everything, in every shape
in every form
in every color and
in every fading....
i forgive myself.
this fool.
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