Category: Loss
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They sit
awkwardly together staring at the tiny screens, held lovingly in their palms. They don’t talk. Not to each other it seems. The waitress takes their order and their coffees arrive. I watch. They sip and love their phones. Eventually, they pay and leave. Together. Yet each holding onto that black oblong, fully immersed in the…
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Secretly
I love it when you tell me what to do. Me, a grown woman with a house, and a bond, and a dog, and a serious job. Why is this? And how can it be so? It’s all in the telling, or rather, the place that the telling is from. It’s a place of deep…
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J
I hear that you are blossoming. That you are waxing like the full moon. And my wish for you is that your heart is full too, positively overflowing with all the wonderous things unfolding in your life. Samurai swords are folded from battered tempered steel, making their strength unrivaled, Dear One. I look forward to…
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And then
you leave like I knew you would. And my heart aches, as she cries out, yearning for you, while I slowly turn and walk away. Another great weekend done. Another long week to come. A week of messaging, and missing you, and wishing-you-were-heres, knowing fullwell that here is completely irrelevant. It is in fact all…
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There’s a lock
there’s a key. Ain’t no-one who’s got a hold on me. Tattoos. Visible reflections of a life lived. Sometimes in earnest, and other times in sadness… O blue bird of happiness. Other times in defiance. Daggers cut deeper than any human betrayal could. Occasionally for the betterment of self and soul: om mani padme hum.…
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When (5)
the craving hits I’m completely unprepared for the visceral impact it has on my body. I feel. I feel the longing. I feel the yearnings of my heart. I feel the near stupor of my brain, and when she’s eventually able to find language, she’s deeply disappointed, and quite mortified by the silly teenage notion…
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He cried
The person who I’d loved was still in there. Trapped. Behind the scar tissue, the fear, the anger, the broken dreams and could-have-beens. Go well, person who once was mine. Find joy and contentment. Relief and release. ~Lu
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Her name
is Patricia, and no, she’s not a stripper. She stands tall, firm and strong in her body. Regal, yet playful. Powerful, yet gentle. Easily amused by, and accommodating to the blundering admiration of this random stranger. She shifts her body closer to the makeshift fence. My hands find the delicious coarse hair, the huge stature.…
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He stands
on the lip, the ledge of the tidal pool. Early morning clouds abound, waves licking his face and arms. A strong back, well-defined lats. He stands tall, alone, without clear purpose watching the other swimmers wading in the water. Is anyone else drowning, while not being immersed? A wave crashes overhead, the salt water covering …
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It’s just a dog
So there’s no shame in dropping it into an acquaintance’s yard. All pre-arranged, neat, of course. It’s just a dog now left to the mercy of strangers as you carry on with your important life, relocating with a non-pedigree dog is so inconvenient, and expensive, really. He’s not just a dog, that first day in…