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unwritten endings
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I watched him walk away
with a distinct air of unfinished business
didn't even glance over his shoulder
no indication he ever would
but I felt the later in his departure
my mind began to tremble
while my heart skipped a beat
like a poem that ends in the middle of a stanza...
...just left me hanging
there's no letting go without closure
I simply had to keep it moving
do the best I could to focus on the present
while hope kept poking me in the back
the silent emptiness continually kicking me in the ass
he went on with his life while I fumbled through mine
I didn't try to hold onto the past
refused to wait for any nebulous future
but I always knew he'd show up again
his shadow gracing my doorstep
reclaiming those dangling heartstrings
& caressing my unhealed pain
seeing him go...saying nothing...
...no begging...no recriminations
...refusing to close my eyes on his retreat
...one of the hardest moments of my life
especially with that sense of temporary
haunting my broken dreams
maybe...just perhaps...
his return might one day write our incomplete verse
giving it finality
I watched him walk away
with a distinct air of unfinished business
didn't even glance over his shoulder
no indication he ever would
but I felt the later in his departure
my mind began to tremble
while my heart skipped a beat
like a poem that ends in the middle of a stanza...
...just left me hanging
there's no letting go without closure
I simply had to keep it moving
do the best I could to focus on the present
while hope kept poking me in the back
the silent emptiness continually kicking me in the ass
he went on with his life while I fumbled through mine
I didn't try to hold onto the past
refused to wait for any nebulous future
but I always knew he'd show up again
his shadow gracing my doorstep
reclaiming those dangling heartstrings
& caressing my unhealed pain
seeing him go...saying nothing...
...no begging...no recriminations
...refusing to close my eyes on his retreat
...one of the hardest moments of my life
especially with that sense of temporary
haunting my broken dreams
maybe...just perhaps...
his return might one day write our incomplete verse
giving it finality
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