In those quiet moments
stolen between pockets
of swollen sunlight
you released me
from the darkest terrors
of my imagination.
The broken dreams of a broken man.
...
You told me once
that the heart’s greatest vulnerability
is memory. I have known too well
how time can turn
a gray moment lilac.
...
In the biting breeze
of your departure
you left me
grasping at the handle
of a door that closed
too quickly.
One decision can decide a life.
...
After all this time
what I remember most is love,
etched into the deepest crevices
of my soul behind all the ways
I’ve learned to spell loss.
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
In those quiet moments
stolen between pockets
of swollen sunlight
you released me
from the darkest terrors
of my imagination.
The broken dreams of a broken man.
...
You told me once
that the heart’s greatest vulnerability
is memory. I have known too well
how time can turn
a gray moment lilac.
...
In the biting breeze
of your departure
you left me
grasping at the handle
of a door that closed
too quickly.
One decision can decide a life.
...
After all this time
what I remember most is love,
etched into the deepest crevices
of my soul behind all the ways
I’ve learned to spell loss.
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