When you ask
“What is he like?”
He is like she
For the ‘S’ longs to touch
The silent and make a combined sound
Transforming the he of two letters to three
HE is he
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LOVING PAST THE PRESENT, Poetry by Stanley Wotring
Memories of moments past often
Bring a lump to my throat
Making it necessary to
Live without breathing.
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