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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Not yet.

I never got to say goodbye, love.
Not before you left me.
And I'm not ready, love, to let you go.

I see your face now, in the crowd.
I know it's fake though, you're in the clouds.

I cried today, love . . . And I'm not ready to say

Goodbye

2 comments:

  1. A powerful poem. I sincerely hate goodbyes.

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  2. Thank you. I lost a dear friend a few weeks ago.

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