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Why is it that
We love and then we lose
Serendipity is beautiful, but
I didn't choose
To chew this pain every single day
It almost makes me want to
Wash all the beauty away
As perhaps
Being grey
Is better than being burnt
But for all the ashes that remain
My heart cannot forget the enormous flame
No my heart my heart doesn't want
To wash away the fire that once roared within
To return to a heart where
Passion and affection had never found their place
Where past lovers had left no trace
No no you can never regret love
Even though it may have only been short-lived
But sometimes the pain is so bitter
That it takes a while
For the ash cloud to fade away
I miss you
I know I should let you heal
My scab covered heart
But sometimes the gruesome temptation
To pick each one and let you bleed
Is still there
The thousands of grey hair circle my hairline
matching the wrinkle lines on my aging face
They came with pain and hardships,
and not enough love to go around;

Suddenly, an expressive emoji of my younger face
came to surface, happy yet sad, yet no crack
but this all came about when time had relapse :
so many heart-break, so many mistakes,

Like humpty the wall breaker, or was it the dream crasher?
Time has treated me like a step child.
Gray Hair can be a downer..
The Voice of reason

Forty years ago, and just a six years ago
When I gave the appreciation hug
I never knew,
The hug meant so much more
Affection beyond words

In the light of things
Without thinking of it, it was my
Impetuous behavior that stunned others

My friend wife never forgave him
for reaching out to me:
The more he yelled out my name
The tighter she held on to his leash
I smiled and wave at humiliation
At its worst:
He should have change course long ago,
and said Amen:

Blind in one eye, plenty of scar on his hand,
Rising veins of frustration for this dying man
Signs of a Battery spouse-syndrome
My heart bleeds for my weak friend
: To be continued...................
 Jul 2017 Nicole Castaldini
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why can't I root for you from beneath the trees;
a bug like me doesn't deserve to be seen
by one like you.
 Jul 2017 Nicole Castaldini
bones
I thought I was over you,
Then I looked into your eyes,
And wasn't so sure anymore.
i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.

and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
but now,
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
ashes,
forgotten ashes
scattered by the wind

never to be found

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