LOVE Poem: Thinking of, by Paul Dijkstra

It is night and I think of everything

the house by the water

the love that passed

of blind ears and deaf eyes

the loneliness, the celebration

and the silence of the night

everything is and everything was

a poet far away forgotten

because it’s better that way

in my mind I walk my old neighborhood

along the river of the city where I was born

of the friends who are there

and those you’ll never meet again

the place that became a space

or the space a place