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Tilly Mar 27
They've been chasing I stopped:
Why aren't they here,
I'm ready to listen!

Maybe, you heard them too?
All of the words , until I'm ready to write
Tilly Jul 2022
[door slamming]
"I'm out of here, he yelled, I'm done!"
And he left; Gone.

Surrounded in the still aftermath, she sat;
Silently acknowledging she'd closed the door before the noise. Enough.
is a play on words.
[Know. where.] you. are. loved.✓
[Know. We. Are.] Enough.✓
Tilly Apr 2022
From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens,
a season turns;  This, is not the first          
confetti covered path
we've trodden

With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter,
clear blue skies, my love.
Watch & wait.
When all other words fall short...
There is always poetry x
Tilly May 2021
walking through, the burning embers of fires you started;
Tilly Oct 2020
In fields of golden glory,
we never learn lessons...
from gun metal steel grey skies,
crude oil rains run red.
Tilly Jun 2020
("hello you, are you keeping safe?)
And the whole World stops, still,
instantly at peace,
                             are remembering Us
                    A constant which
                        when all else is in flux.    

               ~In another time, I would not / should not reply~

You are with me, as I am with you.
Holding on, to the totally known

or when,
those lovely words of yours
travel to find me doesn't matter;
I feel you...
in everything beautiful,
each and every day. Always,
with the heartfelt knowledge, you
feel that same connection also.

So beautifully, uniquely everything, of everythingly.
So rare, are we...                        
Your face on my pillow,
         The moon of your smile,
Those stars,    
                     the 'too many' reasons,
              both wholesome,  
   and dreamt of.  
   Chocolate kisses.    
  Pebbles in pockets.        
Pink blue sunsets.            
A simpler World,                    
which fell away within a gaze.

Our secrets forever safe in our perfect. bubble, so preciously protected from the storm outside

~We will never meet another soul, as Us~

watching such a beautiful man endure such turmoils, was so heartbreaking for your butterfly...
Even if,
she does understand
all the reasons why
you stayed...

I listened to your turmoil by the sea (the chaos effect of your butterfly was rippling throughout you)

We, hurt Us.

And of all the 'too many' reasons,

Our life...was so blissfully simple.
Those times, with our children,
were so precious;
Reducing Us to tears
[knowing our potential].

If, a butterflys' brief life was offered longevity;
In a heartbeat,
her wings would shine like diamond...
So strong for you
(& for the Us, of 6)

You would fall,
& I could catch you

    be allowed

But you,
my darling man,
know this already...
[It is not a conversation you are ready to have,
there were no promises...
there are no answers...
the choice to let us go,
   was the right thing

Who knows where this path
- this new World - leads us
as our children stay closer,
grow wiser, & shout louder.
they will teach us to be braver?
O­n the other side of here?
    ­                             no matter what...
                             We do the right thing:

And where, together, we hear
the echo of a cracking heart

("You are adored, without question,")
is all you need to hear

True...except for the words I didn't send
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