All That Is Gone Poem by Corinne LaMoreHarber
All That Is Gone
It hurts to remember
And it hurts to forget-
the days when
doing dirty things
was new-
when I was young.
There is so much that is gone.
You are
Not
Flesh and bone.
You are
memory now.
Barely there.
You are
all that disintegrates
and dissolves.
Fabric,
that frays, and fades,
and then disappears.
You are
an overgrown
baseball diamond,
hidden
beneath
the weeds.
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