Love and time- limited only by
their motivation and direction
Sadness is an emotional storms
reaction to rain only we see unending
as it reverberates inside our lives, minds
and we can’t honestly explain- anything
Is it really so terrible of me
to sit here nearly praying, selfishly
that there was really someone else
to blame- for your sudden leaving?
Memories- ought to be called cruelty
when they plague you like a disease
blocking the present and my reality
from making new moments or dreams
How was I to know- time was a lie- in truth
and we don’t have all we want or need?
How was I to know time would steal you away
when it ran shorter for you than does…for me?
Poet of the Light © 2019
oh man. It guts you…
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Well hey there Tara. Thank you dearly for your raw and honest review.
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um, okay…
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Beautifully said, love that ending!
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Thank you much. Glad you enjoyed it so well.
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♥️
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Oh! Pretty amazing!
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Thank you much Mermaid. I know I can always count on your amazing comments. 🙂
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This is so perfectly put:
Memories- ought to be called cruelty
when they plague you like a disease.
Because, some memories are like that.
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Thank you much for reading and commenting and yes, many memories do act in this way. For me, I think the cruelty aspect is predicated on the depth of love in which they were created…or in some cases, seared into our minds by devastation.
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I know what you mean, and you put it into words so well.
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🖤
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