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In Absentia

She hears herself in the distance confess to undying love. So out of touch with loyal love to self. The unholy ghost of him demystified in mid-urn. He is neither near, nor far. No grave in which to turn in rage, even if he could. So much was left behind in dust to dust return to earth, White lies, black lies to grey ashes burnt. The Love Demon left a twisting paper trail behind his telling tales... As he took leave for good of all his human senses, Truth time travels out of reach. A senseless sough of dying sounds wreaths potpourri memoirs of thoughts that linger around... Scented and impure. Neither here nor there, he left her at once. Bloody sighs cut off words reverse from throat - backed out into a world that didn't care. And still she wonders why she has to remember the good times. In silence. And in the loud sounds of betrayal, She silently cries... Again. Aqua Marine September 2024.

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Date: 9/17/2024 6:02:00 AM
Oh boy, he sounds like a fraud. I think one of the worst things that can happen is finding out your mate was a cheater and a cad after they've passed. All those good memories forever tarnished. Nice write
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Date: 9/17/2024 10:22:00 AM
The worst was being "caught" while in a very fragile, vulnerable state of mind. I should have known better. I do now. Trauma bonding is a psychological game, comes with gaslighting, and leaves confusion and self doubt behind. Slowly healing. Even though he died, by suicide, the "triggers" are still there. That's the hardest part of all to have to deal with... Thank you for commenting on a sensitive subject! It's good to have those in your camp you can trust...
Date: 9/17/2024 2:26:00 AM
Inspired by: " I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem." "There is a time to be silent and a time to speak..." Ecclesiastes 3 : 7.
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