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You, my Love, owe me nothing.
You are free, to stay or leave,
as you wish.
Dreams and memories descend unforeseen
but fantasy speaks of hope and happiness,
and that is worth the listen.
Shed tears, for sorrow can be good for the soul
but whisper no words of death.
And a heart, even when broken, still holds life and there is joy in that.
Silence is transient.
Embrace no guilt or obligation.
Be kind and forgiving to others, and also to yourself.
I wish for you, not sleep, but peace
(for in sleeping there is waking)
beyond understanding,
and understand that
I wish you light (to see)
I wish you love (given generously)
I wish you life (lived free)
You are free, to stay or leave,
as you wish.
Dreams and memories descend unforeseen
but fantasy speaks of hope and happiness,
and that is worth the listen.
Shed tears, for sorrow can be good for the soul
but whisper no words of death.
And a heart, even when broken, still holds life and there is joy in that.
Silence is transient.
Embrace no guilt or obligation.
Be kind and forgiving to others, and also to yourself.
I wish for you, not sleep, but peace
(for in sleeping there is waking)
beyond understanding,
and understand that
I wish you light (to see)
I wish you love (given generously)
I wish you life (lived free)
Literature
carousel
we laughed like children high on m&ms,
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I
Literature
the day we died
It started when space imploded
you pulled me back, landed me on the moon,
so we could sit in the vacuum silence
and watch suns spiral down to hell.
You radiated, my minuscule flare,
your worn heat baked my bones brittle,
but it somehow made me stronger.
-
It ended when your eyes slid lateral,
fractured feelings leaking out in tears;
it was the first and last thing
I ever saw again.
This ridiculous happenstance,
simple in its impossibility,
was what broke us apart:
While solar light is beautiful,
it blinds when reflected by
automobile metal.
Literature
Things Change
He rode their tandem bike, alone.
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You owe me nothing. Silence is transient. Embrace no guilt or obligation. I wish you peace. I wish you free.
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This words give peace to us who wish we had heard them, or had been free to believe them.