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For Jeremy, whom I left though not at heart
Contributed by
Blu
on
Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 10:03:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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There are so many things that I have left behind. Not enough time to pack them all, and by now I am so weary.
In this moment I realize how alone we both felt but never spoke it aloud, afraid to be vulnerable to our own blood.
Knowing that pain (such a word: pain, as if to describe a person, or a place we were fond of) is not such a stranger after all- familiarity can be like a warm blanket.
Shame has no hearts in the brave, and you are learning this lesson heavily. For we are all family, we all carry encrypted expressions begging to be deciphered.
It is often said "this too shall pass" but late is the hour in which wisdom comes and sobriety refuses to recognize such words, especially when they come from our own tongue.
Pay no heed to parting tokens or gestures, like attracts like and I know now who you are. I have seen the color of your tears- we shall meet again dear cousin.
Copyright ©
Blu
... [
2004-02-24 22:03:09] (Date/Time posted on
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