I only exist in her memories
Forever in the past
Fading slowly
I have new roommates
My space shrinks
As she makes new memories
Forgetting me a little everyday
Sunday, February 25, 2024
The lives I have touched have touched me back
The lives I have touched have touched me back
My gaze into the future is not my own
The scars I carry are not from battles I have fought
I live many lives today I will die many deaths
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
The broken heart should never be healed
The broken heart should never be healed. It is whatever remains of the heart that once was. The mended heart is something else, of someone else.
When life begins to recede
When life begins to recede
The body does not know
It is only in the ever dimming light in the eyes
And in the fast fading crimson sunset
In time’s persistent accounting of lives touched
In the souls preparation to say good bye
The eternal night looms near
A forever repenting heart
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