You Gave Me a Vision

You walked through my doorway
and gave me a poem...
it said that you loved me
and would make me a home,

but you had a husband
and a small baby boy;
how was I ever 
to be your only joy?

You teased through the summer
with glimpses of flesh
and that was enough
to keep me enmeshed

though I was able to see
writing so stark on the wall.
I was the last leaf on the tree
that with winter did fall

and when that winter came
it came so hard and so cold 
that I still feel it now,
now that I'm old.

You gave me a vision
I'm still trying to find;
the only place I've found it 
is here in my mind.
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March 17, 2021 at 10:43 AM
Interesting stanzas, Stanfield, like lyrics to a country tune, perhaps. I enjoyed reading it. I suspect all of us live with many visions from the past in our minds...some sad, some happy, some welcome, some unwelcomed.
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