I Can Remember
My eyes full of regret, I drift unmoored
on a foggy lake of fragile feelings,
transcribing old letters from last to first.
Finally past hurts for which I’m ashamed,
guilt’s haze lifts, and now I can remember
the time when your heart found shelter in mine.
©2017 Bill Hazelrig
This post can now also be found on my Poetry in Gray page.