Sin Tu Amor (Without Your Love)

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 Sin Tu Amor  (Without Your Love)

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Sin tu amor
Your tattooed memories remain
Flickering inside my blazing heart
Along with the poetry you engraved

Sin tu amor
Slow lava tears scorch my ducts
As your words drip down my cheeks
Since you are not here with me

Sin tu amor
Smoldering emotions consume me
With a fire that will never douse
For our love will burn eternally

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Yes, unfortunately, it is over.  I am eternally grateful for my time with N.  She is a remarkable, talented, loving woman.  And I dare say, for a brief time, I was loved in a way no man has ever been loved.

 

haunting memories of her

 

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Drink enough wine and combine them with lonesome thoughts and your mind can conjure anything.  Monday night, thoughts about what would happen to me if my precious Baby said goodbye, plagued me.  This is a product of that dispirited mood.  Something very different.

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haunting memories of her

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her absent love hangs heavily
like the dusty drapes in an abandoned mansion
forbidding hope to enter
forever entombing me in darkness

white blown kisses float aimlessly
appearing as wandering apparitions
chanting unanswered questions
in search of eternal light

pale ghosts of affections lost, torment me
dragging my unrequited carcass
burying me alive with haunting memories of her
in a tomb I could never escape

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Don’t worry.  Love is on the menu for tomorrow.

Photo Credit:  ghost of love 2 by marcianus

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Writing To Forget

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Writing To Forget

The beautiful woman
sat at the empty bar
lost in deep thought. 
Why was she there 
trying to remember
or drinking to forget

I recognize her sadness
It plagues my dark eyes
causing deepest thoughts
as I quietly pen my words.
Am I trying to remember
or am I writing to forget

Image taken from Pinterest

I Gave You Everything

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Following so many blogs, I keep coming across the same message; people dealing with loss.  It is difficult to give and give while a partner takes and takes. You eventually reach the point where you become a hollowed soul with nothing left to give.

I dedicate this to all of you who gave and gave…

I Gave You Everything

We had a pretty garden
a flower bed made of love
I gave you everything
‘til there was nothing left of me
then you said it was over
you took your love away
you took everything
the laughter and smiles
the moments we were one
you left me completely hollow
‘til the lovely flowers died
now there’s nothing left to bloom
the garden has infertile soil
where nothing can be sown
cause the only thing that grows
when you take away from it
is a hole

Photo taken from Google Images

Cinderella

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Cinderella

Entering the quiet house, a thunderous silence greeted Lisa.

She flipped through her mail. As usual, the only men who remembered her were named Bill, utility and cable.

Finding her usual spot on the couch, she unpinned her hair, letting it cascade onto her delicate shoulders.

Reaching for her shoes, she remembered him. If he were here he would remove them, like he always did. That would be followed by a soothing rub and perhaps a loving kiss on her toes.

She sighed.

Hours later she lay deep in her recliner; wrapped in her thick white bathrobe. A diet coke and remote rested in her lap.

An annoying commercial interrupted the programming.

Her gaze fell upon her uncovered pale feet in desperate need of a pedicure.

She wondered what he would be doing if he were here right now. She smiled. She knew the answer. Painting her toe nails or massaging her tired feet.

No doubt, he would shower her with attention.

When he first spoke of his connection to her feet, she laughed and called him a stupid ape. She remembered his stupid grin when he called her Cinderella.

Then, came the days she actually envied her feet.

Now she missed the damn chimp.

 

A Few Notes:

The inspiration for this came from prior conversations with old girl friends and a recent one with my daughter’s mother.

The being referred to as an “ape/chimp” actually started with my high school sweetheart.

Please note: My butterflies have always bestowed the pleasure of shoe removal on moi.

It’s easy to make this chimp happy.

Bridge of Broken Dreams

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This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.

 

Bridge of Broken Dreams

Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams       

to dump your caresses in the river

cause it’s so painful to remember                       

how easily you forgot me                                      

On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave

for the crate of empty vows you made

perhaps for you they meant nothing

so buried treasures they’ll be

On the highest cliff I will be standing

When my heart and I finally agree

To toss your photos in the ocean 

’til currents drown your memory