Now


I will no longer search
for signs of your love

as a private investigator
searches for clues.

I will no longer dissect
every conversation

looking for hidden meaning.
I will no longer brush carefully
at a pile of dusty bones

seeking proof
that your love existed.


Now, I dance down life's beaches
glorying in the sun and surf
welcoming the wind in my hair
now and again stooping to scoop
seashells up from the love-strewn shore.

Now, I find love in the open.


jayksee May 2010

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