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unfinished letter.
this is the path of the unfinished letter
when it began we thought it would go on forever
i always thought that we would some day get back together
spend our lives in search of the after ever
and even when I walked away
you were always in my sight
i never thought it would end like it did that night
i never thought that would be our very last fight
when you held me and cried, saying that I
should do what was best for me
even then I knew what was best was not for me to be free
but I had to leave you, I had to let you go
i had to let you figure out what it was you needed to know
you will always be one I will cherish forever
and no matter where our paths may take us
this will always be the path
of the unfinished letter
on a map, worn and tattered,
where X marks a spot we never could find ◊
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Empty As A Reed Flute
You ask me why I no longer write..
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How do I write
when I have lost my ability to feel
lost my ability to bleed
to cry
How can I write
when the fountain has run dry
and the inkwell sits secluded.
How can I write
when all I can do is sit and stare
at a mirror of
all that I am incapable of
in love,
laying an offering at the altar of forgiveness
trying so hard to clean up this mess
of my life.
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Of what do I write
when the slate is wiped clean
and the words no longer form.
∴
Of whom do I write
when they all appear like mirages,
smoky images with ghost-like visages.
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Empty as a reed flute I remain
patiently awaiting the breath of fire.
There is a distant song of longing —
I ache to listen through the mire.
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every day I forgive him
he asked me if I forgave him..
to which I smiled and replied,
‘yes.
every day i forgive you‘
♦
what i did not tell him was
that each morning
and every night
i have to remind myself
to forgive him
♦
i did not tell him
that I didn’t know
our last kiss would be the last
that he hadn’t given me a chance to cherish it
that I didn’t even remember
when it was
or how his lips felt against mine
that i wish I could remember that last kiss
as clearly as I remember the first
beneath that moonlit sky
but I hadn’t known it was the end of us
and it all seems so unfinished
♦
i did not tell him
of how much i miss the gaze
that used to warm my skin like sunshine
but is now hidden behind clouds
or of how I ache for the arms that used to hold me
envelop me
for now,
now my bones feel so cold
♦
I did not tell him
that
it will always hurt to think of him
it will always hurt
to see him smile
at her..
any her..
every her..
♦
and to know that he had seen my heart breaking
right in front of his eyes
that he had known of my prayers to keep him..
and simply watched
and waited
♦
every day
i forgive him
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Linger.
He said,
physical pain leaves no memory
It is the emotional pain that lingers
As if those thoughts have the same touch,
the same impact of her fingers.
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It is only the beautiful memories that hurt
reminiscent of promises broken,
and the sweetness of heartfelt whispers
that will never again be spoken.
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It only stops hurting when you forget
when those thoughts no longer re-surface
and tearful goodbyes filled with regret
prove she didn’t hurt you on purpose
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And on the day you witness
what used to be your happiness
on another face,
you quickly come to realize
that your memories now belong
to the one who’s taken your place.
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Like A Dagger
when he enters your heart like a dagger
there is no painless way out
snatch it out swiftly or gradually extract it
wavering in the ‘how’ of your needing
there is no means to stop the bleeding
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when she enters your heart like a bullet
there is no where to escape it
lodged in your rib cage or passing straight through
wavering in the convictions of your hoping
but knowing your heart will surely be broken
*
through vacuous hopes and empty promises
and glances brimming with doubt
one day you realize you’ve been living without
and that salty tears between faltering smiles
do nothing to alleviate the daily trials
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just as those flowers dry.. dying in their vase
that memory soon becomes a mere trace
of a figment of someone else’s imagination
a fictitious allegory of some wise man’s creation
until one day you yourself
become that dagger upon the shelf
a bullet shot without an aim
and you enter someone else’s heart
in vain.
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follow the sun (forget him)
I will follow the sun until I forget him
until there is not a single trace
until these eyes and fingers
forget the outline of his face
Rising or setting or behind clouds
I will follow the sun’s lead
tolerating the two twilights
as long as it takes to cauterize the bleed
Standing in its scorching heat
it will burn away the pain
sadness falling from the clouds
knowing a rainbow follows the rain
Back into the ocean’s womb I swim
a returning home to my Being
a gestation of evolution
a rebirthing and a freeing
And I will follow the sun until I forget him
