Love is Patient, Love is Kind

We’ve walked.
And I forget we’ve walked on water.

You’ve fed the multitude, raised the dead
and I forget.

We’ve talked
and I’ve forgotten what you’ve said.

And yet,
you reach out your hand

and we walk.

Published in Glass: Facets of Poetry, 2017

Written by Joe Bisicchia on 11/09/18
© 2017 Joe Bisicchia

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