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To The One I Never Knew

One day
I read your poem
It made me feel
Not so alone

I thought one day
I'd see your face
I'd hear your voice
And we would talk

Now I've learned
That you're dying
Life is hard
And always trying

Now I know
I'll never see your face
I'll never hear your voice
We'll never have that talk

I feel sad
Not because I've lost some one I knew
But because I've lost some one I never knew
And I never will

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weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 4 months ago

Michael I am not sure if this is for

the dear friend we are all losing. I don't want to name her name, like it would be a jinx. But I suspect it is the same person who has given us so much. I feel we do know her, if not face to face, through so much she gives in her poetry, friendship and support. I refuse to speak in the past tense. She lives yet. and yet I am crying with you, Jess
Rett

Rett

17 years 4 months ago

And she will

keep on living in our hearts no matter what happens. Touching write Michael. Respectfully, Rett: "Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.." (Sitting Bull)
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

I knew but didn’t know,

I knew but didn't know, Michael... it hurts so much to love sometimes... it has to come out in poetry. I think a neopoet group hug is in order... ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 4 months ago

Hi Michael

Simple, sad, poignant. I'm not sure about the word 'trying' because I think life is rougher than that, especially as one gets older, and you have already said 'hard' in the previous line. Anyway the poem works, and if it refers to a certain neopoet member it is all the more immediate and moving. Best wishes, Robert.
B

barbsdad2003

17 years 4 months ago

Opportunity ...

lost ... a life's constant. I've heard it said by some that they've no regrets. I cannot imagine being in such a state of owning no regrets. You paint a poignant picture of loss. And since it's apparent---or approximately apparent---whom you reference ... well, all the more meaningful. Thanx, Chuck