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A cluster of butterflies

should be called a jest

because of the way

they tumble through the air.

We were wild once,

our gardens ripe

with forbidden fruit,

our words falling

carelessly into space.

There is no cure

for love

only a slow

amelioration of guilt.

The heart

which exists

within and without

is turned

so that the nerve endings

are totally exposed.

My blood is sludge,

it pools and gathers

in the spaces

that you once occupied.

When I close my eyes

I am vivid

with your memory,

vivid with the taste

of my tears.

Tears that run both

hot and cold.

Tears which beat

against my cheeks,

gentle as pixie wings.

If I were diaphanous

I would accompany you

to the dark places

and the bright places

simply to be at your side.

In a universe

where time does not

move in a linear fashion

forever is an unbreakable promise.

A day eating sundaes in the park

could be eternal

or it could be two shadows

devolving in the light

of a new day.

I am inside out.

Humiliated.

Alone

with my memories

both good and bad.

I am not sick

so much as fallen.

God may not love me

any less

but you do

and that hurts

more than enough.

To you I am the enemy,

the interloper.

I know too much.

I understand nothing.

We lost each other

in a simple game

of hide and seek.

There are scars

where the stars

should be.

Furrows

of indifference.

Dreams

without fire.

Dreams

like small bones

which crack

when tested.

To me you are life itself.

I miss you

sounds trite

because you

were and always will be

momentous.

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8 thoughts on “Wordle #280 and Dream Interpretation #3 “Unfinished Songs”

  1. My absolute fave words: “forever is an unbreakable promise”. Your writing is beyond exquisite–even the harsh pain comes out of your pen “elegant”. I’m a bit envious. I may borrow that phrase from you, with credit of course.

      1. PS: assuming I come up with something worthy, do you want me to credit MindLoveMisery, or use your name–and if your name, could you please provide me the correct spelling? Thanks in advance💙

  2. This is awesome! I especially love the butterfly imagery, “my blood is sludge,” and this:

    “When I close my eyes
    I am vivid”

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