Valentine's Day Twenty Ought Nine Poem by Kim Doyle

Valentine's Day Twenty Ought Nine



It’s an adage, but true, that to remember

something you forgot, go back to the spot

you thought of it, and it will return to you.



I think of she who loves me everywhere I go,

leaving memory markers behind like floats

buoying up a fishing net. I have only to move about

to catch her in the wet weaves;

and never forget, that I love her too.

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