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We just sat on the edge of the water
sipping Pouilly-Fuissé.
He had come for me
to drag me from my melancholy,
reliving the horror of loss.
The afternoon shifted in wine and sunshine
and my heart began to feel lighter.
Though the vision in the water
was not mine but his, buried long ago,
and at last laid to rest.
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Written for The Mag
Haunting. Sad. … and put to rest … as we must eventually do with sadness and loss.
Sad, yet pretty… It’s amazing what we can see in reflected water sometimes…
Superbly done.
Anna
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Wonderful writing. You create a haunting image. And great champagne, too.
Very heart-rendering poem … loved it
I’m with Susan re the wine … one of my favorites too! Nice write..
sad but sweet….
Beautiful. This one will stick with me. By the way, PF is one of my all-time favorite wines.
Blessings.
Very cool poem – one can feel the slight sounds of water and wine and memory. k.