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dearest Grace we never know why with others at times..  

with the things they do anyway..

this is a beautifully expressed poignant write..

love Brenda

Dear Brenda (may I call you that) I'm just recollecting old hurt. Licking scars. :) but sometimes one castle tumbles and another pop up. Hope springs...and all that. Thanks for dropping by.

of course I would love for you to call me Brenda :)

I understand dearest Grace..

hope springs eternal..

Very relatable...

"hugging the dreams
piling the cents
eyes wild at midnight
counting and counting"

Sounds so much like my current situation.
I thank you for this piece Grace.

Theshadow, that's sad. But we will be alright.:)  Thanks for reading and for being here.

You do paint a very somber picture may dear, here's hoping the color returns to the canvas soon :)

Hi Poetik...been a bit down lately...but good despite of it. :)  Thanks for being here.

talking to myself
empty screens  no reply

Never make time for someone who doesn't
appreciate nor acknowledge yours. You are
too valuable to stay in that lesson long.

This is a language recognized by everyone,
methinks.

Hi Ahavati...:) you are so right. I'm just talking to myself, really. Thanks for being here.

Excellent look at hope and disappointment.  There's the early optimism:

"hugging the dreams
piling the cents
eyes wild at midnight
counting and counting"

Then things don't quite work out:

"taking a gamble
and waking one day
talking to myself
empty screens  no reply

and the castle in the air
tumbled down. "

At least you took the gamble and will hopefully still be willing to do so.  If there are no replies they don't know what they're missing.    Excellent if sad work Grace.


 

Hi Crowfly. Thanks for reading...and commenting. Appreciate you as always.:)

Fine allegory emotions clearly expressed ,one of your best

Thank you Kexby.:)