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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Today, after so long, I mastered the courage to pick up my pen. I opened my book. I sat back, meditating on the page, searching for the inspiration I once knew so well. And I found it. But the finding was a loss. That which had me inspired no longer belongs to me. She long ago drifted from my path to a track she felt was better, I guess. My mind just never received the notice. How can that which long left me still be my inspiration? Here I am, with tears rolling down, head shaking side to side, reminded by the ghosts I thought I buried. It's different now harder to hold this pen that once wrote her name. I have memories that she long forgot that I cannot seem to forget. And I, unlike her, I want to hold on to them. So the only way to keep them safe is to let go of this pen, close this book, seal all my thoughts in for no one to see, hear, or feel. I now put down my pen and wander off with my thoughts and dreams for I cannot let them go. This is the final voice What Remains She doesn't know she still lives in the space between your ribs, a tenant who never pays rent, who left years ago but forgot to take her ghosts. You sit with pen in hand and find her face in every word you try to write. Not because you choose to— God, you would choose otherwise but because inspiration doesn't ask permission. It finds what it loves and stays. The tears come not from missing her, but from missing the person you were when she was still possible. That man is gone too, and you grieve them both in the same salt water. But here's what she doesn't know: these memories you carry, these thoughts you cannot close they are not chains. They are the proof that you loved honestly, deeply, with the kind of abandon that leaves marks. And if you put down the pen today, if you close the book and walk away that's not surrender. That's just the second verse of a song she will never hear. She long forgot. You long remember. That difference? That's what remains of you
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