Happy non-anniversary to you. I marked it emotionally but I forgot what the day was. I marked it by processing, tracking my progress; taking a very rare breath to reflect. I recognised the barriers still left, looked at ways to overcome them. You meant so much once, and now I forget. Happy non-anniversary to me.
I'm am utterly abashed I so badly want to be filled with fury but I cannot as you always and forever will be my sweet evanescent orange not yellow even though some may think because yellow is simple easy some might even say orange is rough and allusive it is filled with a desire so pure hidden between many layers of said skin passionate intense stubborn but also soft and dulcet not pliable in any way shape or form
Orange queries she asks "why" why? because I fell in love with you and then I fell in love with life before it was dull to mask the bitter but citrus is not bitter, even out of season it is bittersweet.
So I pray you won't break your promise a second time because this time I cannot follow you because now I find myself relishing the bittersweet of life that rests on my tongue.
Dearest everything: I don't want you to leave empty-handed please take it all every treasure known and unknown, every loot you are familiar with upon that hill. It's all yours I will only be harmed take even my beloved precious children I won't miss them or worry about them if you have them to love them as your very own! They know no other father than you. Those three children you lost, I have them against all odds.
I trust only you after God only you after any other human on Mother Earth after poverty joy and happiness, after caos after every terrible disaster. You got heart brains charm grace heart understanding you are a King of kings God sent by heavens bridge I love you so much. I always have, always will; before and after every treasure every blessing is you. ~~~~~~~ By,:Karijinbba All copy rights apply. Oct--2020.
words left unsaid are more than just any bittersweet regret. They are knives wounds that never stop bleeding
Little coffee cups in the little round table For you I will always be grateful Rain making our little window cry I can’t help but wonder how and why You and me early in the morning Thunder and noise as a warning But always safe by your side Watching the sun rise and hide Coffee, rain, clouds, thunder as company Most importantly You and me