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 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
echo
..
the difference between
worthless and priceless
is knowing
you are
free

..
freedom comes
from Holy love
All seekers find
& every heart
is satisfied
How can I seek closure?
When I'm constantly reminded of you.
When I go the distance to forget your name.
Someone mention you.

How can I seek conclusion?
When many think I'm still seeking you.

I have eradicated all evidence of you from my life.
Friends, can't find anything related to you.
Least those I think of , as true.

So, I ask one more time.
How can I seek closure?
When others won't let me.

When things are quiet.
There's a reason.
And many need to leave it that way.
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
N23
(untitled)
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
N23
I do not hate you.  
                                                       But I wish that I did.

(Maybe it would make this
     aching loneliness
easier to accept
if I understood
why

you were not worth
      the love
                  you lost.)
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
N23
Circus
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
N23
I am a tiger
pacing restlessly
behind the bars

of an open cage.
I can’t decide which part is worse.*

4 am, lying restlessly awake, feeling like I’m in some sort of heart free-fall, every fiber of me reaching for you and the mirage of what I want us to be.

Or

Sitting across from you in a room with friends, my stomach in knots, trying to keep my smile as smooth and cool as yours seems, working so hard to pry my mind off of memories of you and I.

Or

When we’re finally alone and the strained conversation is swallowing me like a black hole inside my chest, ******* from the inside out, the gulf of sentiments we won’t venture painfully widening the creeping chasm between us.

Or

Those songs on the radio that remind me of you, telling of what we have been, what we could be, their rhythms stirring up the strangest ripples of longing and regret and panic and isolation.

Or

The quiet moment when I catch your eye and try to read between the lines of your words and gestures, searching your receding depths for hidden traces of this same torture, wondering with mixed hope and fear if that longing still burns deep in you.

I can’t decide which is worse.

To endure it and hope it gets better.

**Or to leave and know it never will.
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
Tim Knight
24 hours a day for the rest of our time together,
we'll walk with glutton in our shoes
walking with weight on our backs
covering distances only known in novels.

They'll get us you know,
those men selling cigarettes out of
office blocks, down that block there-
it's 62nd street and they never clock off.

What windows see aren't what we see.
Windows hear and feel and
we see and never heal;
we hold wounds like flowers bought
in hospital foyers, late to see a relative.

Buy ones and get some free:
it's a ploy so we spend that little bit more
than we need to.
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