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He speaks with words
that exude
some sort of
false
exhaltation
Pretend adoration
for
all the years of
us.
No longer
can I trust
as I feel blindly
in the
emotional dark
I find myself
dwelling in.
Two

Four

Six

Eight

How

Many

Losses

Does

It

Take

?

Husband

Friend

Lover

Friend­

Self-respect

Trust

Safety

Heart

I

Think

I've

Figured

It­

Out
No more urgent escapes

     fleeing the totems

that mark every arrow

     shot into my heart

No more anticipation
    
     of relaxation

The one and only
Now a fond but
Melancholy memory

Instead of the excitement

     of knowing you are

25 or 2500 miles

     near and away

Now I know
Even if you are
next door

I'll never get to

     tiptoe over your threshold

again
I've lost my looking glass
The last connection I had to me
Now the lonliness digs in deep
That I kept at bay
Can't help but wonder ....
Could I have done something
Differently
So I could still be me?
Many have brought their ugliness into my life making every image I see distorted and sometimes heinous. This mirror reflected only the beautiful things. I will miss it...
So easy to suffer the singe
You got too close to the fire
Now you lost your lashes and brows
But more crucially
You lost your honor
Your very humanity
When you threw yourself
Upon my hearth
And took what was not yours
It's much easier
to miss me
when you're not missing
someone else.
I didn't know
     I just wasn't ready
To say goodbye
I loved the way
     I felt with you
Probably because
    I got to be me
Except for that last time
When I wasn't
     Free to be me
I never wanted to be
     Anyone
     Or
     Anywhere
Else
Except for that last time
When I wasn't
     Free to be me
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