I both love and dread
My Sixty-something life,
Which is sometimes
A measured treasure,
But always a
Well-learned repetition.
Calling to me from
An exotic dream.

A well-remembered love life,
One which is an ancient dream...
Lived in countless lives,
Long past,
Gleaned from all
My Long-ago memories.

For love has turned out
To be a four-letter puzzle,
With weary repetition
And well-learned trivial words.
However, words,
And Empty memories,
Don't keep me warm at night.


(7/7/7)

Scarlett Treat

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