Your Place Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Your Place



I carved your name
Into the already marred
Table top.
Then, with those
That went before you,
Your name had burned itself
Into my memory.
For like a shell
That slowly, after years
Of constant clinging,
Wears itself
Into it's mother rock,
You had found your niche
Here, within my heart.

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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