Open Poetry #22 |
Leaving |
Fuji Junior Member
since 2002-09-23
Posts 26 |
As I pack and prepare to go, I feel how much I'll miss her so. I start to reflect with my depart. With thoughts of her filling my heart. It's in my heart I feel a burn. Will I find her on my return? Will my eyes fall upon her face, When I return to this place? Should I turn for one last look? Because this may be the last chapter of our book. [This message has been edited by Fuji (09-23-2002 01:53 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cool poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
This reminds me of going on deployments. You just never know. Enjoyed this one!! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Fuji - This is a tender poem. Leaving is always difficult - returning can be too. Enjoyed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Fuji Junior Member
since 2002-09-23
Posts 26 |
Thank you Nightshade. Your right returning can be just as hard. |
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Fuji Junior Member
since 2002-09-23
Posts 26 |
I know I was in the Airforce, but I never made the connection til I read your post thanks for adding more insight to my own words. Thanks Krishankins. |
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