Antigua –
It is the place where the poet, the lover,
returns.

Love lost forever
and not
but not.

Seekers come and go
to find… the poet?
her lover?

Release (!) – the grief – the
holding on…
or me.

Antigua is – my dreams.
My gratitude. My loss.
my healing.

The days & the rain washes away
the pain, the sorrow.

New beginnings just over
the Border.

– A.Ling, 2016

And if your past
visits you,
clenches you and
won’t let go.

Just remember those
of us,
your family, your friends
who meets you in the present

And want to walk with
you,
special you,

Into the future.

– A.Ling