Sighing

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I remember that
when and where 
now it’s not 
once it stung
or burned broken 
but with time’s 
very own salve
soothing reddened flesh 
this flame doused
now just ash
and a few 
brittle dying embers 
sighing lost love

2 thoughts on “Sighing”

  1. It somehow feels like nostalgia and there aren’t many words in the vast English language to describe how much I admire this poem. Also, check out my blog as I also write poems!!!!

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