Will Barber - Haze

His last days, he remembered
Ouachita mountain haze
Where he sought his love
In former days:

She floated on the waters
Of Lake Hamilton, aware
Of nothing save the waves,
The wind, the air.

He cried out her name, once,
An unguarded moment, when
The pain grew too intense
But - as always - then

His lips clamped to a line.
He never would admit
How much love hurt him,
How he never got over it.

2007

Will Barber

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