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by Maple Tree Nov 16, 2020
is killing tiny
specs of my soul.
Every time I knock on the door
hearing you breathe, visioning
eyelashes as long as I can remember
mating with tears of forgotten yesterdays.
Its enough for me to walk away
and yet I'm peeking through the crack
of the keyhole.
I send music and hellos
as often as a call girl flirts with John-
and it makes
me feel less than I truly am.
You have burrowed like a rabbit
for the last time- I dont have the key
to unlock the secrets of you.
by Ben Pickard
A genuinely touching write, Maple. I am so sorry you feel such pain, but selfishly grateful for the art you so frequently turn it in to.
Take care, and stay well.
Such sadness in your piece Andrea, but you always pen so beautifully with your writing.
by Mr. Darcy
Andrea, this is a perfect blend of pain and love. It's hard to walk away, leaving ones heart to slow and fade. . .
Its hard to hurt all the time - sometimes the one to love is, you! xx
My friend-beautiful, sad, all in one. It's heartbreaking when ones we love close us out.