I’d Rather Know (#117)
© Brenda
February 17, 1976
Deeper into conscious thought
Folded layers of my mind
I stretch out my hand
To touch someone
Who isn’t even there.
Mia culpa, oh my God
Forgive my lack of faith
Don’t promise me
Just say ~ No
If he will ever be.
I’d rather know reality
The forever of loneliness
Than search in vain
To fill this need
And never have the love.
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Brenda and I met late spring 1984, and she tragically passed away in 2001 (complications of diabetes.) I’ve never gone through and read every one of her poems before this project, though I have read most of them. It is fascinating how she foresaw us meeting at least ten years before we did. Several poems, like this one, refer to someone who would love her in the future.
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