Losses

A sad poem, Gary.

Thank you, Erika.

And so it goes...

Precisely.

Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Dianne.

"I lose my personal histories
word by misplaced word.

Something we're all coming to. Good poem, Gary.

Thank you, Sam.

Too true!

Hopefully it'll be a slow process for us all. *

*, Gary. Life, as it seeps out of us. Good poetry.

Thank you, Bill.

Thank you, Foster.
Thank you, David.

Reminds me of a song called Caves and Clouds by Casey Black where the chorus goes "and all the things I´ve seen are less like a memory and more like a dream". Nice poem indeed.

Thank you, Neil.

*****

Thank you, James.

Sad. *

Thank you, Beate.