Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Love Letters

Why do your feelings speak so much better
One year later?

After the last box has been shipped, with my
Flower vase, uncompromisingly chipped.

My mailbox carefully organized, to skip
Even an accidental memory trip

When finally the joy of facing my fears,
Trumps the reasons for recurring tears

After I have carefully rewritten our past,
Using only the reasons that made it not last

What is the point, now, of telling me
That I make such a beautiful memory?

Is it because, now it can be said, with openness
Without your being committed to my happiness?

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