old connections, letters from people
long lost track of? Is there value
in the warmth of their tone, the obvious
love they shared?
Is there a reason to hold on to words
whose context is long gone?
And is this related to hunger
that keeps coming back
however much I eat?
The past may be remembered or forgotten,
I can think of it with fondness or regret,
and maybe truly, all there is of it
is what I carry in my daily steps and breath.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2017
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