I spent a good hour
tearing pages—my words
printed, yours in pencil or red ink
of varying insight or helpfulness
and now I can’t imagine
this grief is as much
over our faded friendship
as the recalling to death
of these characters I once loved
and lived with so long
(all my beloveds go
the same way, ashes
to the dark, glinting
memory stitched
into quilts: soft-worn
fragments here
there hard-bright lines
passing beauty)
The smallest thing can open Pandora’s box…(K)
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Yes, exactly. And of course when you don’t expect it!
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I love this. You say so much with these lines.
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Thank you. I struggled with how much to leave in/take out, so your comment is especially helpful.
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I read this as a beautiful lament.
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Definitely a lament. And…that’s what I get for waiting 10 years to clean out old manuscripts.
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My particulars are different, but you’ve captured a feeling I can definitely relate too.
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It’s always good to know someone can relate. 🙂
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What to hold… what to release. It’s the same for digital. I think of words written for feelings long gone and know i wouldn’t be able to DELETE the beauty they hold.
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At least digital files take up less space. 🙂 But you make me think–maybe it’s so hard to get rid of certain things because they are part of a different me, which can’t truly be recaptured (for better or worse!).
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When we learn from someone, is it what we learned/became through them or the person they are that ties us to them? I think that is what you are asking? Lots of heart work here.
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This was a heart-work exercise–all of it. Hard but growing.
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Always worth doing. Hard, but worth it.
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