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The Agony of Love
I took your picture and cut it up today.
With shaking fingers, I traced a circle
Around you in black, and cut you out
Just like fate cut you from my body.
Little love. Little rosebud. Jelly bean.
I kissed the only piece of you I have,
To hold, to love, to miss, to mourn.
My tears streaked the paper as I did.
"I'm due in December" she'd said to me.
How could she know the hurt she caused?
The stabs of violent jealousy, the ENVY.
How could she know....how could she?
I took your picture from the clutter and
Held it on the tip of my finger,
Beside me lay a simple silver locket.
"Don't wallow." My mother said.
I press your memory into the little space,
I want to keep you in my heart, forever.
To place the image of my living child
Beside your ghostly haze, and remember.
But the image won't fit. Maybe I don't see,
Or maybe I just don't care. I press harder.
How ironic that the harder I try to cling
To you, the more damage I do to it.
To myself.
© Nova Literary Works
With shaking fingers, I traced a circle
Around you in black, and cut you out
Just like fate cut you from my body.
Little love. Little rosebud. Jelly bean.
I kissed the only piece of you I have,
To hold, to love, to miss, to mourn.
My tears streaked the paper as I did.
"I'm due in December" she'd said to me.
How could she know the hurt she caused?
The stabs of violent jealousy, the ENVY.
How could she know....how could she?
I took your picture from the clutter and
Held it on the tip of my finger,
Beside me lay a simple silver locket.
"Don't wallow." My mother said.
I press your memory into the little space,
I want to keep you in my heart, forever.
To place the image of my living child
Beside your ghostly haze, and remember.
But the image won't fit. Maybe I don't see,
Or maybe I just don't care. I press harder.
How ironic that the harder I try to cling
To you, the more damage I do to it.
To myself.
© Nova Literary Works
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