For Rick
Posted by Jill Stone on Mar 15th, 2012 in Poems
Until now, the memories seemed so real: the blossoming bush outside my window, my brother, those long, sweet hours at the keyboard, and my mother’s love. But what I feel, Now, fades them into dust settling in the sunbeams in some musty room. Two other lovers, neither real, shatter into nothingness as we touch. Only you have …