I Don't Remember This One.

I can remember at least something of the origins of most of the poems I write. This is the exception. I include it here because it was in the stack and I made a promise to myself to post every poem I've ever written....

Moment

Here, alone in the depth of

Lightless night

I choose my time to cry

A few tears of pleasant

Sorrow.

Bitterness is not found in my heart,

For we did not live a lie

And hatred never invaded our lives

We know that it was good

And that we grew

The happiness we knew

Will never fade away

We blessed each other’s lives

For a while

As we grow from today to tomorrow

Let us know peace

That what had happened

Had run its course

And was good

For both of us.