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I need to be reminded that it's okay to be alone. Well, I am not exactly alone for I have myself and that should be enough. At the end of the day, the one person who's going to be there for me, is myself.
Let me hug you tight
So tight that you cannot breathe
Let's make love in hell.
I need to hold a fragment of you in my hand
I will gently pick another piece of you
Cherish it kiss it back to life
That will be the hope that cements the join
One by one piece by piece I will gently put you back together
Every speck of glue will have smiles running through
Every little crack will let in the light
When you are whole again I will stand back and breathe in the view
People will remark on your amazing power
I will admire your strength
For you are even more beautiful than yesterday
If there is
ONE
thing I have learned
it is this
people have a good reason
for being how and who they are
and
the Best
and
the Worst
have no reason at all.
some people make the best
some make the worst
dear Rem,

           i had a lot of fun today

          i finally found it

          the place you told me about

          it’s right where you said it would be

          oh, Rem

          i wish you were here

          maybe you are

          are you here

         are you in the cave

         you must be

         otherwise you never would have

         told me about it

         oh, Rem

         why didn’t you

         tell me sooner

         you see

         now that I’ve found where you’ve been hiding

         we can be together again

          oh, Rem

         why did you ever leave

          it was because of me

         wasn’t it

         all I wanted to do was play

               hide & go seek

         oh, Rem

         i think

         i think I won this game

         you should’ve hid better

         oh, Rem.

love from your sister.
I may make more Dear Rem poems. I will try to make many poems with Rem.
Like a bat out of hell
You released my heart from its cage
From my ribs it flew free
Set off to love you in a rage
Went full speed ahead
You said, "Why not jump? Take a chance?"
I lunged, I plunged
And you disappeared in a flash
Became distant and cold
Like it never meant a thing
Put my shattered heart back
Cut off its wings
And now you're holding her hand
She's kissing your cheeks
She's sleeping in your arms
When I haven't slept in weeks
Some days I miss her,
But I’d never tell her this.

Because you know what it is that I really do miss?
I miss only my thoughts about what it is that she is.
And the curve of her waist, the distort of her hips.

And at the end of the day the only thought left is this...
I can tolerate this,
Because I don’t really want what she really is.
When I see her photograph. It's nothing personal. Just life.
 Dec 2016 Emma Kolditz Jensen
Q
"I write poetry about people all the time," I say.
("I write about you. Over. And over," I don't.)

'Q
8/25/13
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