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Groking the split
I live in a small world and she needs to live in a big one.
They are really the same world but in my version you make small subtle movements. Peace comes from a canoe in the middle of a lake, building things with your hands, and hammocks and porch swings. There are rules and set behaviors. You dress up for Mardi Gras and you dress … Continue Reading
Begging for Closure
dont freak out
i only want what i want
at least i did not ask you
to stay and love me back
you are gone
and i cant stop it
it doesnt matter to where you fly
i used to love you
i used to need you
now i can only grieve for you
but wish i could have you
just long enough to say goodbye
i dont want pain
i would not keep you
i would not ask you
to stay and love again
i will always know her
mother of my children
but i will always wonder
who you were
can you tell me
will you tell me
who did you become
or were you ever there
-10 Nov 2005, … Continue Reading
Ours 13
That is yours, This mine
Residue of thirteen years
What happened to Ours?
2 Nov 2005. I guess this is the sequel to the Us/Tombstone haiku