Words to summon, and words to forget. Words as way of apologies, and words to bridge the gap. Words for broken lovers, and words for lovers that still love even though love never seems enough. These words, they drift around like memories and leaves. These words, they reach out and touch your face while you sleep, and even though we don’t speak, each and every one is for you. Time passes and days fall. Time becomes fiction and fiction becomes truth. Down so many lonely roads, we still walk, hand in hand in search of the light. Down so many roads that have no name, we still seek each other out, and although we keep our secrets, such secrets the two of us know all too well. The desire not to be alone, and the desire to block things out. The thirst for a soothing drink, and the thirst for someone to keep us from picking at the holes. Faces come and go. Emotions shine then dissolve like painkillers in a paper cup. Things stay the same, and although we wish for change, nothing ever changes. Not really. And so here come more words. More words to keep you safe, and more words to ease the pain we can never seem to shake. Sometimes, while the world dozes and I’m still awake, I write down a few lines and put them in a poem. A poem for you. A poem for us. A poem that means these hours won’t go quietly. That these moments of delicate beauty won’t have been for nothing. It won’t change the world, but such acts are born of love, and this love is all we’ve got until we’re nothing but dust.
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Categories: Lucid
a tender, sad incantation
Thank you, Christine x
And love is all we got. I am more amazed reading your work each time, and every time they reach directly to the bottom and core of heart. 💜💜
That is so very kind of you, my friend.
I’m touched my words reach you. It’s a beautiful thing to connect on a deeper level ❤ x
This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it 🙂 x
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This is lovely Nicholas. It’s a joy reading your work 🙂
That’s very kind of you to say, my friend. Thank you 🙂
You’re most welcome my friend 🙂
Your writings are moving and so freaking honest.
I truly adore each syllable that you wrote!
This is a kind and wonderful thing of you to say! Thank you ever so much x
“These words, they reach out and touch your face while you sleep, and even though we don’t speak, each and every one is for you.”
You have written what’s in my heart as well as what’s in your own. You often do that and it reminds me I’m not alone. x
To not be alone is the most precious of things. It’s what gives us hope. What keeps us going when to keep going feels like the most uphill of battles.
It fills me with pride knowing you take this from my words x
I often do, Stephen. In this case it’s my son, not a lost lover. But “these words”… is exactly how I feel and so, I thank you. ❤
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Beautifully written melancholia!
Thank you! 🙂
This left me feeling sad. But I guess that only means your words have the power to touch others. I have been reading you for a while now and although more often than not, I do not leave my words, I’d like you to know that the undercurrent in your writings tends to sweep me too. This one in particular.
I am very grateful that you take the time to read my words. That you do means a lot to me. And to let me know is a touching thing that I appreciate very much.
That you were swept up by this piece has made me smile x
Oh yes, I read every single post, with great attention. Xo
Thank you ever so much xo
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S.K. Nicholas
Thank you!
S.K. you are diviner of truth and you bend words to find the source. Just brilliant!
How very kind of you, Erich. Thank you ever so much!