Suddenly, I stopped thinking about Love,
after so many years of only that,
after thinking that nothing else mattered.
And what was I thinking of when I stopped
thinking about Love? Death, of course-what else
could take Love's place? What else could hold such force?
I thought about how far away Death once
had seemed, how unexpected that it could
happen to someone I knew quite well,
how impossible that this should be the
normal thing, as natural as frost and
winter. I thought about the way we'd aged,
how skin fell into wrinkles, how eyes grew
dim; then (of course) my love, I thought of you.
At The Moment
Joyce Sutphen
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Poem topics: I love you, away, winter, frost, place, skin, force, natural, hold, happen, impossible, suddenly, death, I miss you, thought, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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