A reverent look at the memory of love and our unwillingness to let it go . . . after all, why should we?


Corner of My Mind

There’s a corner of my mind you own
and I don’t want it back,
but will always be aware
of where it’s gone, who holds the mortgage

If it were land, only wilderness would do
Untouched, untrod places in my mind
Were it a house, a fireplace reflecting warmth,
soft wines and conversation, over candlelight

Your ownership treads lightly on my land
A moccasined foot that leaves no trail
letting me look back upon myself
to wonder, if you were really there at all

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
available here in print
or as an e-Book
in your favorite formats.