Argh...it's always better once it's over...
When you are
nothing
but letters on a page
and a voice in the back of my mind--
memories of better days,
with all the fights forgotten,
when your suffocating absence
is just one more whitened scar
and the phantom pains
of my amputated love for you
only twinge on rainy days--
I'll still think of you,
with a smile of regret
and a rueful pain
somewhere the other side
of logic,
and love that I knew you then,
and know that I love you still.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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Beautiful writing by a first-rate mind. Love's derangements and salvations flow from the pen of a master. Thankyou for writing so well that my old wounds reopen.
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