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I belong in a place approximately 3500 miles from where I am. Unless, of course, someone who is there comes here; then I belong here.

It takes anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour … averaging about 20 minutes … for a whitter to come out.

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Searching through the stacks
electronic though they be
to see if I can find it
but it eludes me
achingly

Careening downtown
to that lost attempt at domesticity
how fine they don’t know what I see
when I close my eyes
to go home

A dream of a memory
taking me in from that outside world
you know our shared ocean
its tides so insistently pull us
each to the other

I have listened
through nights and over coffee
and what I have heard is rich and deep
beyond any easy expression
someone who carries what others couldn’t bear

Building in my heart a stronghold
to take it in
what my soul learns of yours
in the days granted me
living at home

Singing Nun

September 3, 2003

Sweet friend – you are traveling a difficult journey. Your soul is deep as is your love. I wish I could tell you it will be easy but you know that would not be the truth. “A dream of a memory taking me in from that outside world you know our shared ocean its tides so insistently pull us each to the other” How beautiful.

Meginsanity

Wonderful–as always. RYN: Thanks 🙂

Woman of many hats..

Hmmmmmmmmm

songbird

Very lovely poem to someone dear, MeEx. Many hugs….

daisymayhem

Hugs to you!

Thanks for the quick answer! 🙂 I think I can put 2&2 together and come up with a likely location and maybe piece together a bit of “your story” at the same time (since we’re just getting to know one another). Then again, I’m liable to say 4 when it’s really 22 and make myself look like a bleedin’ edjit.

a dream of a memory. i think, if i had a dream of my memories with *s*, i would cry and cry, and i wouldn’t be able to stop. i am unable to look at pictures or watch videos. i don’t think i will be able to for a *long* while. do you think someday, i might have a happy dream of a memory?

Torin

September 4, 2003

Some days I don’t know where I belong, but I like it here. With a smile…

M.E., this is a grand whitter. It amazes me how you can create these gems so quickly!

noko

ah longing, the siren song that has made so many wonderful poems.

RealSimple

September 5, 2003

Home is indeed where your love is. Thank you, ME.