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Dianali Mar 21
I have diagnosed it myself.

But  I’m not the first one—

Due to the lack of clotting,

No wound of this heart

would ever heal fast.

There is no moving on,

Because there is no scar.

My soul keeps bleeding.

It longs to go back.

Flashbacks.

Their voice.

Supercuts.

Their hand touching mine—

Oh dear Lord!
Why can I recall?!

I’m having a soulrrhage

Call 911 !
In my mind this is greek for ‘bursting of soul’ which is being so emotional and prone to remember; chronically in your heart.
Which I have for better or for worse
Dianali Apr 6
It’s a Sunday Morning where I am,
Lying warmly in bed.
It’s time to get my coffee
and catch a brief glimpse—
Through my small virtual window

I get to see,
A lot of different Saturdays
Happy faces in familiar supercuts,
Montages of their laughter,
No trace of sorrow or loss.

Everything is better in spring.
And the hearts I miss—
They seem happier in their spring.

Grateful I got this vibrant collage;
And more grateful still,
Summer’s sprinting towards me,
among the sun and joy, I’ll be.

Counting the long,
And lonely weeks
Until I’ll get to be
(Smiling)
on the other side of the screen.

— The End —