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I cling to the things you said, like grapes to the vine. The spaces between what you said and what I heard. The longing between things left unspoken and the time I see you again. (Miles to go.) Does it ache for you like it aches for me? I remain with fragments of memories and…
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I take in how you held it all together Head hanging low Like the full moon Face fixed Like a still lake One pebble disrupts the whole surface I toss my penny in the wishing well, but The mask drops The facade fades Like May slips into June There’s your pissed off pout A decade…
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My heart is fragile like a flower. Your temper, delicate like a bomb. Ensnared between love and hate. Unhinged rage. And fight or flight. What have we become? A blind woman, feeling my way through the endless dark. My fingertips trace the outline of what used to be love. Now, it’s hard and jagged. My…
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