Secret Story of Love

So many beautiful people have

walked through my life, and vanished...

Only to reappeared in my stories, my memories, my day dreams.

I am old with a weight of

remembering.

I will go alone when I die, happily into a new unknown,

but alone,

saving only a secret note that I will hide in my shoe

to remind me of a few things that I must remember,

As

my childhood family of nine around an oval country table

three times…

Secret Story of Love

So many beautiful people have

walked through my life, and vanished...

Only to reappeared in my stories, my memories, my day dreams.

I am old with a weight of

remembering.

I will go alone when I die, happily into a new unknown,

but alone,

saving only a secret note that I will hide in my shoe

to remind…