Staying friends
Hopes get solid
And then melt down
Again and again
Opaque mirror
Flashes and hides
My old reflection
Without a pain
Who I was
Or could have been
Echoes of dreams
I dreamed in vain
Healing the healed
Killing the dead
Shining fool’s gold
None would claim
Staying friends
A smoky curtain
And smiles to fake
Again and again.
you can’t stay friends like this…its self torture.. and dreams are never vain..eventhough unfulfilled..
especially loved the fourth stanza..”Healing the healed…none would claim”..great poem..
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Thank you Saya! ❤
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Oh, HC… Sometimes those hopes are the cruelest part of a broken heart. We cling to them as if they’re life itself. And the fake smiles soon become if not mocking, at least stale. Cherish your memories, the good times. Write a letter about the rest, roll it up, tie it with a ribbon, and burn it as a sacrifice to the love demi-gods. Sometimes “rituals” DO help. Burning the letter is a visual end to what might have been. THEN when the autumnal equinox rolls around on September 23, write another letter about what you hope to see happen in your life over the winter and burn that one, too. Breath the smoke in deeply and let the hand of God work in your life. {{{HC}}}
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Maybe I’d burn the blog 😉 {{{Calen}}}
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Oh for shame! Don’t you dare! I’d be broken hearted if you went MIA! {{{HC}}}
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Hey HC, your blogs not linked to your profile when ones click your picture. FWIW I enjoyed what you wrote there anyway. ; )
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Thank you, going to check…
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