confluent with winter’s moon
my internal discourse
with you leaves me
a gibbering mess,
so very real
yet imagined
as I haven’t spoken
to you in years.
I still find I
pantomime the flower
of words you left,
unforgotten.
I’ve grown callous
to groans from
under the stairs
I left some things
down there,
unforgotten.
I’ve become accustomed
scent of Asian pear
jasmine in air,
unforgotten.
cups of tea
honey shared
in garden flames
spared, you rest
unforgotten.
Utterly gorgeous heart wrench, OP. 💔
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thank you dear V
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So very welcome dear OP
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“I still find I
pantomime the flower
of words you left,”
Wow, OP.
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thanks so much V
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Oh I adore this heartbreaking piece.
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Thank you Sarah 🙏🖤
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This is so beautiful, I love the same line saynotoclowns mentioned. ❤️
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Thanks very much EC🙏🖤
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Thanks Candice 🙏🖤
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I love your work so it is a true pleasure each time I read it
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Thank you so much for your support my friend
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You shall always have it. THAT is a fact.
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you are a top notch human being Candice, that is a fact
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Reblogged this on Silent Hour and commented:
The beauty of his words: unforgotten.
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Thanks so much my friend 🙏🖤
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Ι didn’t want to forget it. Really liked it!
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Reblogged this on misterkaki.
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Thanks Jonathan
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Very rich in poetic value.
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Cheers mate and thank you 🙏🖤
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