I wrote this poem about 10 years ago, when I was going through a divorce. I didn’t post it because this is personal. It was written with my ex-husband in mind, who has now passed away. We married when I was 19, an age when my world revolved around him. I didn’t feel comfortable sharing this poem when it was first written, but now that time has changed and so has my mind.

Nothing more than friends.

The experience of unrequited love and the pain it causes.

Fame can be a very destructive thing a persons life.

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Rising Quiet Storm.

A poem about lost relationships and broken dreams.

Ever remembered having received flowers pressed within the pages of a book you love to read, such as Shakespeare’s Sonnets? Well, sweet youth has something for its winter world–the warmth of remembrance, even in the decided funeral of what could have been.

What is most important?

Some good times are those you really like to hold on to and when they are gone, you keep the good memories, but they can hurt from time to time.