Dying Inside
Saw her
In a thumbnail pic
Took a while
To catch my breath
Hair cropped short
Silvered now
Not like I remember
Still beautiful
She cleaves
To flesh and blood
Not mine, not me
Someone more precious
Saw her
In a thumbnail pic
And smiled
As I died inside
In a thumbnail pic
Took a while
To catch my breath
Hair cropped short
Silvered now
Not like I remember
Still beautiful
She cleaves
To flesh and blood
Not mine, not me
Someone more precious
Saw her
In a thumbnail pic
And smiled
As I died inside
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posted by Jonas | 5/03/2011 02:34:00 AM
6 Comments:
Hmmm, I'm thinking there's more to this story.
There's always more to every story, Patti.
But you already know that.
You captured the "could have been" feeling most of us have experienced with your usual preciseness and knife edge of pain.
Unfortunately, I am only too familiar with that feeling...
I've felt that as well Jonas, that feeling of hope dying within me. That's what I meant:)
"she cleaved to someone more precious." To feel less valued, loved, needed, but to have wanted the titles. Whether we lived up to them or not...desperate for the titles. Amazing how a thumbnail can obscure the moon, and how then again...in another sky...it is the moon. We're shocked by the size of something we thought we'd minimized.
((Hugs))
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