Thank you
though you broke my heart into pieces
that never quite went back together the same way again,
Thank you.
You said I knew you better than anyone. I floated on those words
hopeful they meant forever.
You knew and every word was true.
But knowing didn’t mean staying.
Knowing meant facing painful truths
Knowing didn’t erase you,
it released me.
Thank you.
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Thank you = Letting go?
Definitely.
Love the sentiment…Well writ 🙂
Thanks, Michael.
Where would you find another of you?
awaiting moderation teach?
?
lol
You ask the most interesting questions.
Is there another me?
Highly unlikely.
Well yeah, i’ve never left the age of eleven…
Eleven was good.
I was thoroughly, dreamily, in love at 11. Started to write poetry about it, and never stopped!
That sound fun, i was stealing to eat and living garages at eleven..
Not good for anyone, but particularly not for someone who is 11!
Knowing means taking a broken heart, and slowly mending, healing.
and knowing can be letting go…
I read this one twice to see it. Yes, I see the release. Liberating words of relationship. Thank you for sharing your heart. denise
My pleasure, Denise.
This is powerful, and difficult. Thank you for writing it.
My pleasure, Matt. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This is so beautiful. So many people will be able to relate to this.
Thanks, Brit.