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Post by sillylillylightbulb on Jan 24, 2023 19:58:55 GMT -5
The smell of his body still upon the shirt,
Is it normal to keep such things?
The pictures I have not yet taken down,
He is alive in more than just a memory.
I am haunted in this house,
Remnants of his laughter.
He stalks me in the alley ways,
Places where we used to steal kisses.
I tell myself this will pass,
The stuff of fairy dust and make believe,
He woke me up knowing also that he would have to leave.
I was warned about such ignorant bliss,
Be careful what you wish for,
It’s never just a kiss.
Always feeling I was only one half of another,
I must become whole/Holy Within,
Yet in meeting him we seemed to form a miss-fit whole of a different nature.
Blow by blow we battled our fears,
Hand in hand we seemed to stop time.
His darkness helped the light to grow,
My sickness allowed his wounds to show.
Why the clichés of star crossed Beloveds,
My folly was in placing him above all others.
Arms wrapped around me,
I melted into his security.
Cold feet under cover{s},
His toes entangled with mine.
It’s the little things that cause the smile and tear,
Moments we claimed over fortune and fame.
He knew as I did this would not be forever,
But a stubborn girl/now Wild Woman’s Heart did try to be clever.
I could not let go, And he could not hold on.
Paths that diverge, and are indeed divergent,
We create a bitter sweet Psalms together, becoming untethered.
Knowing that He is out there, this One who wants the best for me,
As I do for him. Pondering why couldn’t it have been side by side,
To sink or to swim, instead let us Fly.
I am left to realize through filtered eyes,
It was always him, And yet he never existed.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 24, 2023 21:58:29 GMT -5
sillylillylightbulb, this read as an epoch of love that though lost lives on as do the lovers. The richness of your emotions is told here with the strength of a woman determined to go on and find meaning in such loss. That last line really brings home your healing process and where it took you. This read as a reality that great poets can put into words.
John
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Post by sillylillylightbulb on Jan 25, 2023 12:47:39 GMT -5
Thankyou John for your words of encouragement; I am glad that truth was conveyed, that come what May, I will always strive to find meaning within the loss or lesson while not giving up on the hope that some connections truly can and do withstand the tests and soul filled growing pains without getting lost in games.
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