IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
What the Eyes Don’t See, the Heart Simply Knows
A poem
Memories of the last time we were together,
they linger on
despite the weeks that have passed.
Your gentle embrace left an impression
that refuses to fade,
at least for now.
Through silent gestures they remain
as if they happened just a moment ago.
I hold on tight
for fear that otherwise I will lose
the sweet, simple joy I took from that last moment,
and to watch it crash and burn in a blip of time
would devastate my tender heart.
You have no idea how beautiful you are.
Your worries about the world
about your world, your life,
blot your vision
and smother your landscape with doubt.
Yet it could all be so simple
if you would let it be so.
What my heart feels…knows…
is at a disconnect with what your eyes see
and that I cannot change in an instant.
My heart’s vision is big, beautiful —
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