And now that we are done, our lives have just begun:
It’s time to live again!
To go our separate ways.
To put our past aside,
And to improve our lives:
No matter where we’ve been,
It’s where we’ll go, that counts.
The sum of what we’ve done will melt into the past.
Just like this rain that falls,
That clouds my weeping eyes.
And hides my aching tears
In streams upon my breast:
That linger in my hands,
Saying you’ll understand—
That one day, all this pain;
Just like the joy we’ve shared,
Will whisper in the wind, seeming more dream
Than real:
And all these tender leaves
Will wither in the wind
Having no lust for life:
As one day, so shall we…
And knowing this must be, and that our lives
Must change.
Let’s be not, love, estranged;
But gladly grow apart!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Let Us Grow Gladly Apart
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Rare, mature sentiment, quite apart from the predominant sentiments of this sick culture with its panoply of media messages which say in effect, "baby, I can't live without you . . . baby, I need you," and other such soul-limiting hogwash. Obviously we can live without previous beloveds, though it hurts for a while as it should, but going forward after appropriate grief is a joy, and wishing the former beloved well is also a joy. Thanks!
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