you left me with a ghost dress
and my love for you grows less than less
it seems this dress belongs to me
and yet it isn't meant to be
2003
Poetry by Deena Marie. I once read in a book that DREAMS are the "healing waters of the unconscious" and knew if I ever published a collection of poems, that's the title I would want. I am best at writing about heartache, dark times, loss, empty space, what is not. It is one of many forms of expression, therapy and most importantly, healing for me. Please pay attention to the date at the bottom of each poem! I no longer feel poems should be kept private. In the end our words are all we have.
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