There is no meter.
There is no rhyme.
The words are there,
But seldom satisfying.
Without you here,
I feel so incomplete.
I call upon the memories
To make me smile again.
Then there is hope,
And there is joy.
There is love
And there is peace.
The words no longer matter
When those memories
Bring me you.
May 5, 1991
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