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Timothy H Apr 2016
Recalling a botched conversation
Is the worst
It's calling up witnesses
Directly to your brain
Enabling the 3D film to begin looping
In every failing, torturous detail

But the larger loss
Which is somehow known
    to only your stomach
Is where the conversation
    could have ended -
With two souls
Momentarily hitting the same beats
Increasingly less alone
Echoing unifying cadences
Together
Understanding
Reinforcing -
And enflaming the heart
Inside both rib cages

And instead
It's two beings
Who can't even hear each other
From the other shoreline
Timothy H Apr 2016
Sitting on a rock
Which is providing
Unexpected comfort
    (Fitting)
I recall the time I ignored
Your dissertation...
I would regret the adventurous path -
Practicality is advised -
One should consider all -
Every life choice with great care
    More filled than less
So, with a slow inhale
Of immensity
    Of smiling, of laughter
Let me tell you
That I would do it again
Timothy H Apr 2016
Midnight drive, rainy downpour
Blurred Streetlights
Lone otherworldly emerald darkness
Timothy H Apr 2016
The horizon breaks
Past your village
And four close friends
Timothy H Apr 2016
The do-overs expired
And only then
The moment is realized
Timothy H Apr 2016
Emptiness feels my chest
When alone
With my experience, intelligence
Not that I'm smarter than average or anything...but more that I used to have a job that required visiting dying patients. And it is difficult to make the switch from that kind of quality, desperation,  and honesty to hear a dissertation of someone's despair over the lacking quality of their latte.
Timothy H Apr 2016
The heartbreaking parts
To Hemingway
Are finishing all his books
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