“not that some things aren’t maybe best forgotten, at a certain point at least, I’ve reached that point in my own life where there’s so much I’d rather not remember, that to be asked to do so can seem a cruelty, almost; bad enough, some days, that there’s memory at all” PoetryMemoriesPoemMemoryCrueltyForgettingRemembering Author:Carl Phillips
“I know, released, she won't come back. This is different from letting what, already, we count as lost go. It is nothing like that. Also, it is not like wanting to learn what losing a thing we love feels like, Oh yes: I love her.” PoetryLossSadCarl PhillipsThe Rest Of Love Book:The Rest of Love Source: The Rest of Love
“Is there no saving what betrays itself?” PoetrySadCarl PhillipsThe Rest Of Love Book:The Rest of Love Source: The Rest of Love
