While planting strawberries today in my new garden,
I noticed several burned remnants of paper
mixed in with fireplace ash,after several fires had(I thought) consumed
the five months of letters I had kept in my closet
letters I treasured,
poems from the man of my karmic dreams
five whole months of soul sharing
tears and laughter,
pain and rapture
yet,having never met
kept at arms length
until one day he said
I dont owe you an explaination,I am just done.
And so I took those precious letters
that had made my heart sing,
that had made my world an eternal springtime,
And lit a fire in the fireplace,
feeding them ten or so at a time
into the flames
to be consumed I hoped forever
I sat and watchd the flames get higher and higher
the pages curling,the heaviiness in my heart lifting
as I said goodbye....
But wait! today I dug one piece up,seeing"bell.net" and "july7,09
And I thought,where was I that day?
Oh yes,at the shore with my daughter and grandkids
It was,I remember,a bright sunny day,
And he sent me his darkest poem
Scaring me to death,bringing a dark cloud to the bright day
and I should have known then
tht he was unfixable
chosing to live in the past
with the road littered with failed relationships
And why was I to be any different?
I just was,I thought,
becaseu I loved him.
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