Keeper Of The Flame

 

i loved Pat Eickenroth for decades.
i still love knapper. i don't love Bob
anymore, though i do like him a lot.
i don't know how i feel about you.
i hate you, i miss you. but my heart
doesn't stop for an instant when i see
your name anymore, and i don't start
to shake when i see you. 

i don't know. there are ideas i inspired
that remain. there is a yellow rose bush
in Michigan that blooms and reminds 
my ex-husband of me. i am not forgotten,
i am just the invisible "nothing" that you
say you're thinking about sometimes
when you're asked.

i don't like hindsight. it keeps biting me
in the ass.

denise

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