Empty Pages

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well, that's a warm, pulsating chunk
right there on the page. it spurts
and blasts crimson. it does.

this is somehow scary. in its scope
and reach. as good as it gets.

'connection is a gift.' weighs a ton
and stands testimony now and will do.

no more, no less.

thank you.

lovelight,

sumeet

I wrote while it was raw and bleeding. I am glad to know that it came across so well. Thank you. Thank you.

p.s: this is how I feel when someone on here that I adore takes their words away. (meaningful stare) ;)

Excellent image of the hurt of abandonment. With only the smallest of hope for a return. The only question I would ask is this:  Do you truly want back a person who would leave you like that without explanation? My answer is that "You deserve better".

Thank you so much JJJay, for your words and sweet sentiment. The issue is that I tend to make very deep connections, not just with loves but with friends. Those I make these connections with cause pain with their leaving. I am sure he has his reasons, and eventually he will return. I hope. He did send me final words, which I will hold to until then.
But thank you again, dear one, for the care. <3

Aw Sweet Angel, I know how sad this made you and I'm sorry for your loss. Let's hope he returns.

Gemini

I mourn the loss of his words, his empty pages, the pages in my poetry book I didn't get to fill with what he wrote to look back on. The pages of our friendship I hope will be filled if he someday returns.  
I still have others I hold dear, sweet Christian. :) Thank you for that.
I get too attached.

Becoming attached is good when it's reciprocal.

Unlike the days when physical letters were all we could share, we have many avenues to hug and laugh and share any/all emotions with another.

As sweet a tribute as can be penned!

I only grow attachment when it is reciprocal. It is interaction and connection that I crave. I couldn't agree more with what you've said, Ken. Thank you for your words and taking the time to look again into my soul.

Your words fondle the innermost receptacles of so many who exist completely outside of the required indentured servitude of what is referred to as normal. But still you doubt yourself, oh yea of little faith in the Celestial Divine. Silly Girl. The words you pen touch so deeply to so many who only have the the cross reference of your experiences to their own, yet they weep with you, comfort you, stand for you. (It makes you wonder what someone who thinks, feels, loves just as you... and experienced those exact things with or  unfortunately too often without,you would feel) I agree with JJJay,you deserve (and have) better.

Not to say I won't always... be with you. Love both of you. And I always come back... sorry... "Return"

I've no response. You take my breath away.
Not enough words to thank you for your thoughts.