the most humbling thing
as I clean up this Spring
is reading twenty years of letters forgotten
remembering how loved I was no matter how rotten
I recall being
through teary eyes seeing
some words which were written I never replied
to
the ones who gave up while a couple more died
as each gem shines brighter than each one found before
to discover such wealth
when I thought myself poor
Ramsy
photo by zinkevych
Ramsy's Joint 