REWRTE

My love has gone

behind the sun,

since you left

darkness has begun,

your smile used to

shine upon me

but now we’re nothing

. . . more than a memory . . .

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. . . I see your face . . .

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. . . I feel your touch . . .

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within the dream that somehow

crumbled into dust

. . . breaking my faith . . .

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. . . breaking my trust . . .

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. . . with each and everyone . . .

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so today

my clouds hang low,

over the summers

that used to smile

. . . so wide . . .

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. . . so bright . . .

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within mine heart

. . . dying out . . .

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dying now.

Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2005 where the contemplator looks back with regret on living a life within the tight confines of societal norms just to fit in. We get the feeling he or she will never be happy living in that fashion – because living an authentic, “true to yourself,” kind of life – independent of what others think, believe, or try to convince otherwise – is the only way to truly be happy.