Always and forever
were your words
not mine.
I saw us
in more finite terms
concentrated on the now
have you my best
moment to moment.
You were the one
setting the timers
mapping out our progress
pulling me toward
arbitrary finish lines.
What you wanted
and still expect today
are all of my tomorrows.
What I wanted
was to simply love you
maybe not forever
but well
and for a time.
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Mother
and Father Remembered.
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A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
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