only the good die young,
she said, on her way to Sarajevo
I saw her face again
in a former life.
As the rain spatters
against my window pane
I am reminded of the
love which left a stain
that just don’t wash away.
As she walked away, I felt
a tidal wave, I dreamed
this day, but in the dream
it did not go this way
but that’s life I guess
I know.
Flying cranes and
paper planes
remind of her voice
it was like swimming
in the daffodils
and surrendering to
all you fought against
I wish there had been
another choice.
For when you go
I do not know
who I am again for
months. It hurts, oh God
there is so much inside
of me, I think if I were to
explode I would be a singularity
and destroy everything from
before.
When she walks away
it’s a tidal wave
pulling me away from shore.
I know I will not
see her in time
but that’s life I guess
I should, I would
better than before.
If there was a door
to that girl going to
Sarajevo, I would jump
right through, without
a thought of anything
but another way,
to find another day,
that the good would
not die alone.
Wow. Dennis. Stabbed by beauty.
(and my keyboards malfunctioning, otherwise moe words…)
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Burning with truth and need
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Thank you Candice
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The other day when you and I were talking about not writing anymore I actually said OUT LOUD nnoooooo! Because you’re talented, you may not see that, I can understand I often don’t myself, in my work, but you are, and I can attest to that and so you see, you can never stop.
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You are a dear, sweet person. Thank you.
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Thanks yassy 😊
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Honest, tender and lingering. I really enjoyed this.
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Thanks How🙏
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Your work is evocative and so truthful and altogether incredibly human and this piece is no exception. For that reason I’ve nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. I am not asking that you get involved, unless you want to, but at least this way I can share your blog.
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Oh wow, thank you so much! You honor me my friend 🙏
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You are most welcome. 🙂
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Powerful aching stuff
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Thanks Christine 🙏
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You touch hearts, my brother. What gift you offer us all.
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Thanks so much sis ❤🙏I am honored
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As I am honored to know you, and read your words. Much love! ❤
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Love you too kiddo 😊
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❤ 🙂
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