The Spaces In-between Moments

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem/ramble about losing love, and trying to deal with it.

Submitted: June 11, 2008

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Broken
Hesitantly I reached out to you. Hoping inside to find in your embrace what I’ve lacked for so long. I thought that we had found love ever-lasting. I know in your own way you thought that what you did was best for both of us. I just wish I knew at which point what was best for me; was to be determined by you. Broken, I cried for what was lost. I kept telling myself that it couldn’t be true. Lying to myself, to assuage my grief, I wanted to believe that it couldn’t be happening. Eventually, as it tends to do, reality intruded. I still taste the ashes of what was supposed to be. Part of me chokes on them; even if I am powerless to change anything. I hope that you remember me fondly, should you think of me at all. I wonder if the nights I held you meant as much to you as they did to me. I like to think that you will find the happiness that I thought we had found together. Even if it is happiness without me, I still hope it is found. I’m sorry for the mistakes I made, whether you know it or not. Regardless, in the spaces in-between moments, I will always remember the good parts of what we shared, though it breaks me to do so.


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