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Eric Logan Aug 2010
Hello one time lover.
The time sure has passed.
"How have you been? Where do you stay?" I am aghast.

How could it be that we've arrived at this day already?
Was it not enough to haunt me every day and every night?
I spent many hundreds of hours not sleeping over you.
Tossing, turning, and lamenting over what I now see is true.

Try as I may I don't see resolution near,
Face to face with reality, it's your arrival I fear.
What do you say to someone who can't possibly understand?
Do you ignore them? Hold them? Ask them for their hand?
Which choice will be worse; To act or not to act?

I suspect you've prepared yourself for this day, as have I.
Selfishly I'd like to believe you are as unsure and asking why.
There is a sense of terminality in the coming days,
As if the sun itself would stop burning and the stars lose their blaze.
No thing I say or do will change your mind,
And yet I still feel compelled to try.

People like to say that in ten years from now today won't matter.
I couldn't disagree more.
Ten years from now you won't be here to see what is in store.
I will be devoid of your companionship and understanding apprehension.
Your love and never ending empathetic comprehension.

I cannot change the way the wind blows,
Nor can I prevent the way you come and go.
The world has changed, but one things remains still.
I loved you then, I love you now, and I always will.

Goodbye one time lover.
Like grasping sand, herding cats, and bottling a storm,
You continue to evade my grasp.

Everything burns, nobody makes it out alive,
And above all, this feeling will pass.

I hope.
M Dec 2015
I used to think the terminality of my life lent it a weight
now I realize that all the gravity is in the eternality.
Philip Salt Sep 2024
We demand terminality. Shrouded and surrounded by unending formality

We embrace practicality. Expounded and hounded by constant criticality

We crank up tonality. Dumbfounded and pounded by loud vocality

We obsess over finality. Compounded and confounded by life's constant banality

So

Why choose endings rather than bendings as we eclipse the path before us?

Why select stopping instead of hopping over the obstacles ahead?

Why so rigid and brittle, in the place of agile and nimble, when navigating the way before us?

Why is noise more important than poise when we find a still and silent moment?

Why waste energy, and remain out of synergy with nature's sweet symphony?
This is still a better poem in my head but now it is slightly improved. The juxtaposition was not working

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