Poetry

To Love or Not to Love

To love or not to love,
a path I choose with dismay.
To let the memories of those I love go
or keep warm in my mind during the day.
 
Youth marks our first encounters,
Those so complicated, so profound.
Those I don’t keep up with, 
those who aren’t around.
 
Surprising that the mighty earth 
circles- but a dot on an eternal slate.
As many of those alongside I know
live through those same decades of eight.
 
Deep struggle to contain them all
those faces, I must endure.
Imagine them as they once were,
to the weeping soul may provide a cure.
 
Boys and men and women and girls,
every specimen a delight.
My favorite creatures toiled in wind
to them, I lose my sight.
 
Put off, put on, put off again
those thoughts that cross my mind.
The forking path lay consistently beneath,
‘tis no secret, perhaps, thy heart is blind.
 

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