Remembering

By Fred Appelhanz

A full moon basks
my world
in quiet light.
I remember
small, gentle gestures
of love.
Hauntingly
beautiful.
Bringing forth
tears.

Recurring moments
of doubt
create yearnings
for forgiveness.
Lucid moments of
love expressed easily,
scattered
among whispers
cloaked
in misinterpretation.

Her apparition
saunters towards me.
I remember.

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