Writing Of You

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

I must confess

I am writing of you even now.

If not by book or machine,

By ink or by code,

I am by thought,

By scent,

By smile,

In my mind and in my heart

And forever in the memories I shall cherish

Even in the days –

Should they ever come –

When that’s all my mind can recall.

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