We reside within a world
Where all things fall apart
Albeit friendships, or love
Or worse yet, our inner selves
Especially after those we love die
All our pending chances voided
And we hate feeling left behind
But even worse than that
We are helpless to change it
What has died is gone- passed
Our hearts are severely broken
A raw reality repeatedly reminds us
We’ve been too obtusely ignorant
To simply love them… in the present
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Poet of the Light © 2021
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
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Whispers of a poet's heart 
indeed.❤
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Wonderfully expressed…we all need to learn to live more in the present.
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Thank you. I think we need our present to start exemplifying living love our past would be jealous of.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Your beautiful words always seem resonate. ❤
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As always, Thank you dearly for reading and commenting.
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Very good point! Give them flowers while they are living!
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Yes. Absolutely as well as our time.
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Yes, especially our time.
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😔❤️
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Oh, this one hits deep, Poet.
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Yes, I recall well writing this one and yes, it tends to sink deep. Good to see you’re still stirring about. Thank you my friend.
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