Adele Fontaine Poem


I write to reveal


The unseen


In my world


To hold on to


The flashing 


Images of you 


I yearn to draw a map


Of all the places 


And things 


We did


Is it you 


I still hear


Or just my memory, 


churning up thoughts


I have been


Unravelling our life


Thinking about


The what and where


Gently focussing


On endings


And Slowly rolling


them up


Into a ball


That I must use now


Before the fibres


Become thinner


And I become frailer



poem by Adele Fontaine from My Sundays with Normand ©2018




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