A pale blurred echo
Of your joy hits me
Evidence repeating
Of a distant heart
I focus on the sound
And I strip the meaning
As if your blessing
Was not a curse to me
Blade stuck in my flesh
Rusting trough my blood
Shall I struggle to feel
Glad for your smile
Its edges are melting
Liquefied by time
Be glad for you one day
I promise I might.
Are you still waiting?
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No, I’m not waiting anymore.
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🙂
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Doesn’t that nearness after the fact put a knot in your stomach? After a few times it finally goes away…
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It’s not a matter of distance, my dear Calen. She told me that if I really loved her I should be glad for her. I still can’t see how I could be able to… 😕
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Most poignant
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Thank you Derrick.
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