I realize more than any that I'll never love again./There goes that never that your not supposed to say/well I disagree you know, and know that my last love was the end.
We never agreed "till the end",yet the end feels like being torn from both ends, abandoned by a friend, makes you think.Those thoughts initially make you weak/ then you roll in the stink of grief/no food or sleep/ or alternative allowing peace/ then there goes what could be if you just start to pick up the pieces ,piece by piece patiently like a chess player moving  chess pieces.
Memories never still like still born,these they creep in the background like ghost of remembrance, always there like a great lesson to remember, forever with you beckoning like a come here finger.
Sometimes I sit with them...

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                                  By Vaga P.
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