He touched her this morning
Or was it the warm sheets?
His musky scent hovered
Just as she discovered
Her diary open at his entry.
Memories recalled
Are memories relived.
We find relief, we find solace
Make the good ones recur
Push the worst b’low surface.
As she turned the pages
She recalled the depths
The tight togetherness
A shared exclusivity
A fuse-bonded entity.
They were a pair
Born from despair
Having a common ground
They’d stuck around
With an air of ‘we don’t care’.
Till the day they spiralled
Out of control, unravelled
In pieces broken
Shaken, unspoken
Words kill, actions tell.
phoenix259 
Jan 29, 2022 @ 14:29:54
Living in recall can, and does uplift the soul… but for some… the pain us sometimes more than one can endure…
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Jan 30, 2022 @ 04:06:48
It simmers just below the surface, with nowhere to go but live there, trapped in a never ending cycle.
Thank you for reading through and pausing to comment, my friend.
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Jan 30, 2022 @ 06:26:23
So very true JessC… so very, very true…
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Apr 29, 2022 @ 14:43:39
I can feel the pain in your poem … beautiful way you have with words … peace to you … 🤍🦋✨
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May 03, 2022 @ 06:21:00
Thank you for reading beyond the words and showing your appreciation. Love and light be with you, Peace.
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May 03, 2022 @ 14:04:08
You are very welcomed, Jess … ✨🤍🦋 peaceful day to you ✨
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