Loss Answers In Wind
Loss answers in wind
I think of the card she sent
Dipped in her perfume, her tears
Purple motif, ink, iris
Drops of blood of hers
She wanted me to leave her
From front to back she wrote sad
Pouring her hurt soul in words
She lived on, but died
This was back in eighty five
She wrote she was moving on
Going back to school, start fresh
Driftwood she became
Our lives parallel since then
No branches on tree of dreams
Shameful wasted lives of claim
Did she give up life
Have thirty year depression
Castrate for the pain I caused
Die on the cross to repent
Loss answers in wind
connie pachecho
1/7/16
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