Lost Love

Though I could hardly breathe
My heart raced within me.
The sound of his voice excited me.
I need to confront, lift my head up,
admit to my mistake, love
I deserted, but still crave.
Did he forget, time erased memories?
In my sleep I see his face, envision
My desire, moment.
I smiled, he walked by, embraced
another who now occupies my place.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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