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Each Heart I’ve Known: A Villanelle

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I remember you—I remember we
lined up, took the stage, and sang our hearts out.
Each heart I’ve known is still a part of me.

I remember rushing with you, gaily,
almost late for class—one last joke and shout.
I remember you—I remember we

wrote letters to each other on girly
stationery, subjects—hearts warm and stout.
Each heart I’ve known is still a part of me.

We shared our fiery faith, knee beside knee,
but, storms later, you could not share my doubt.
I remember you—I remember we

grew differently—same soil, different trees.
And so we parted, each on our heart’s route.
Each heart I’ve known is still a part of me.

You may not know I love your memory.
You’re part of who I am, within, without.
I remember you. I remember “we.”
Each heart I’ve known is still a part of me.

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3 comments on “Each Heart I’ve Known: A Villanelle

  1. Charli Mills
    January 30, 2016

    So often the soil we come from creates different trees, as your poem expresses. You’ve captured that reflection on shared roots that grew differently. Sad, yet honoring both what was and what now is different.

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    • Sarrah J. Woods
      February 2, 2016

      Thanks for your comment, Charli. Yes, to not honor my past and the people who were in it would be to not honor a big part of my life.

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