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Goodbye My Friend

Empty walls become the
out-of-focus billboards of thought.
Simple, seemingly insignificant things
become springboards of
     flushing emotions
that cannot be quenched nor withheld -
impossible to ignore their swells
while headaches grow from trying.
Must I let it go where grief can sleep
with me in our own quiet place?

No ... these intense exaggerations of emotion
are not born from loss or death but
    from love and life!
Look around and know 
they will grow once more.

Our journey is here for now;
we will join our lost loves in good time,
we have more yet to love and lose ...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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