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now
I
know
why
I
thought
about
you
Makes sense....empathic as I am
I tried to forget

                  You

When we talk
          
         Complete

Star crossed

You .......Romeo

      To my Juliet

Can't be

Won't work

Miss you

            Empty

Without you
Always the hand
I remember
discipline
love's caress
a wave of acknowledgement

Strong
Firm
Guiding
Directing
Encouraging
Protec­ting
Possessing
Depending on the owner of the hand

The first hands
always able to envelop mine
The hands of a dad
cradling his only baby girl

Then a series of less important
man hands
never as unconditional
certainly serving a much different purpose

My own hands
miraculous in their achievements
never ceasing to surprise me
with their sensitivity

Fingers
Palms
Knuckles
Wrists
Surprisingly safe
Surprisingly ******
Think about it....
Ugh
So
Tired
Of
Losers
you always have

      thought only

about

       yourself
So true.....
Most of us carry around the present and cumulative effects of many wounds. We've experienced uncounted broken promises, unkind words, and moments when our hopes for acceptance have been brutally crushed. Some of us have experienced more overt abuse and infidelity. How do we live with that pain? ....Other people hurt us because they are drowning and doing what it takes to fill their own emptiness.. (G. Baer, M.D.)

They are lurking everywhere
just waiting to pounce.....invade.....take
all for the sake of only
themselves.
They steal what is precious
from anyone they can
feeding hunger never sated
starving in their gluttony.  

Pay attention
                   *defective

Don't let them in
                   invasive
Protect yourself
                   vindictive
From their sin
                   *destructive
No hope for the eternally selfish, damaged, and broken....so sad
We were a lot alike
     You and I
You looked so tough
     on the outside
But we always knew
     your bark was just your voice
There was no bite
     Only love and unconditional adoration
Big brown eyes gazed at me
     bathing me with love
Always understanding and warm
     We were each others' shelter through the storms.
Goodbye my sweet friend, companion, nanny, and pseudo-baby. I will miss you.
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