*
.
drowned
an old suitcase
full of letters
.
heart swollen
the words he left
with me
.
wonder stitched to him
what was temporary
lasting
.
inked letters
drawings on paper
almost invisible
.
once
I now see
a river
.
unstoppable
.
-Jan. 19, 2010-
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Dec7
annamosca 
I can feel the grief in this poem, but yet the end strikes me, as one now free. Excellent poem.
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Truly so, thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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