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I Am Vincent 58 Stories of love and loneliness in poetry and prose By A.F. Winter For my whole life, I have been looking for love and acceptance. I have had moments when love was real and it seemed like it would last forever. And then those moments would pass and I would be alone once more. This book is a collection of stories and poetry on my own personal experiences with love. It is not a place for me to dwell in my own pain and sorrow. It is an acknowledgement that hate is not the opposite of love; loneliness is. And in our lives, we travel from one extreme to the other; as a pendulum swings from one threshold and back again. We cannot have love without realizing that love will one day end. And even in the strongest unions, death will separate the two lovers. In that end, there will be emptiness. Should that stop us from loving? Of course not. Every moment that we are in love, we are fully alive. We cannot be truly happy without it. What should we do with this knowledge? Well if you have love, take the time to appreciate it and the one you love because it may not always be that way. If you don’t have it, be patient. If your heart and mind are open, love will find a way in. Publication Date:   Apr 09 2015 ISBN/EAN13:   1511481412 / 9781511481410 Page Count:   86 Binding Type:   US Trade Paper Trim Size:   6″ x 9″ Language:   English Color:   Black and White Related Categories:   Poetry / Subjects & Themes / Love   Available immediately at:   https://www.createspace.com/5400863 Will be on Amazon in a few days.   About the author: Mr. Winter has written two books on the theatre and several dozen plays. This is his first book of poetry. He has written three novels, at this time all unpublished. He lives near Charleston S.C. with his dog, Millie. His email is afwinter2011@gmail.com. His blog is oxrider.wordpress.com.

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In Bed

In Bed

 

I wake up in the morning

The first thing I think about is you.

 

For a while after your departure,

I only slept on the right side of the bed

You used to sleep on the left.

I sleep in the middle now.

 

I wake up and I am embracing a pillow

And for a moment, until I open my eyes,

I smile.

Expecting you’re still there.

But it is only a pillow

And I miss your hair.

 

Sometimes, before your departure,

I would wake up at night.

In the total darkness, I would breathe you in.

My left hand would drift over and softly touch you.

I needed the assurance that you were still there.

That I wasn’t alone.

That I still deserved you.