So there she is,
tears pouring down the face,
having a conversation with an imaginary you.
There you are,
Still making observations that
…touch the core of things.
… Melt with their poignancy.
…Challenge with their truth.
…Encourage with their tenderness.
The voices of memory
still real
guiding and teaching.
I think we might as well
give up on waiting for them
to disappear.
The paper strengthens them,
and love echoes through them.
Despite…
well,
you know.
Shawn L. Bird 
i see tears dripping down her face…
well written piece.
love your blog, love what you write.
way to go.
ttp://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/thursday-poets-rally-week-31-october-21-27/
invite you to attend Thursday Poets Rally week 31.
sign in, link in a poem, visit and comment for 18 poets, get yourself known to the community….you are represented as a fresh poets to explore, can’t wait to have your talent shared with fellow poets.
let me know when you are ready.
r rock!
correct link.