This is a stunning & pounding inventory of how utterly "nothing" a person can feel. Is it just me or are lots of people feeling this way lately? (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
How little of me is left at the end of it all.....The life we had together, the little things that I took for granted but which now each one of them seems like impossible dream...Life is sad because at the end of it all, we always die alone.
And all that is left are the memories. They may have been bitter, they may have been sweet, but through it all, you were together. Very interesting thoughts.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..