Valentine's Day Twenty Ought Nine

It’s an adage, but true, that to remember

something you forgot, go back to the spot

you thought of it, and it will return to you.

I think of she who loves me everywhere I go,

leaving memory markers behind like floats

buoying up a fishing net. I have only to move about

to catch her in the wet weaves;

and never forget, that I love her too.

poem by Kim Doyle
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