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leave.
Reflection: This was a forgotten romantic-themed poem I wrote back in June of 2020 where the contemplator reflects fondly on someone that he or she could have loved but could not be with for whatever reason. The contemplator continues to be teased, taunted, and haunted by the special someone in his/her dreams. I was reflecting on my mother who died several years ago and decided to honor her by playing some of the instrumental music that she used to love. I came across the Percy Faith version of the songs “Ebb Tide” and “Stella by Starlight” and played those in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. They started out as two separate poems – one for each song – but I merged them into one since they were similarly themed. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.