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A Poem by Jeff Loquist
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how could I forget 
you were never any more 
than a memory 

© 2010 Jeff Loquist


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I like memories. I have been discussing memories so much over the past few weeks and trying to place them in the past, in a box, tied with ribbon. I've forced myself to leave them there. Each time I drag them up and live them, I force them back in to their correct time. And I am glad. And grateful. If I ever forget they are just memories, I would go quite mad.

Posted 10 Years Ago


amen.
this is the sort of interior conflict we all have dealt with at one point in our time on earth or another and you put it quite beautifully. short and sweet.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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. yes, how could you? ... perhaps to write this fascinating nugget ... this magical ode to an un-stated love ... but some people are more than pixels though ... we don't wish often enough for more of them ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


oh the heart point beats with a vibrant thoughtful pulse here in this mediatative bloom~

Posted 10 Years Ago


oh, but sometimes memories grow large and take on a whole life of their own

you said it perfectly

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Jeff Loquist
Jeff Loquist

Baton Rouge, LA



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