a recent poem

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about a lady I’ve met online who I doubt I shall ever meet…

When I think of her, I think of loss, of times of never been

I ache for the absent love, the missing time, the touch that never was

But dream I must, wispy tendrils of thought and desire

Woven in the sky

Of the life I could never live, but scream that I might have had

Her presence, ethereal and fleeting, touches me deep, rips a wound

Across my guts, that bleeds hate and desperation, drips time gone by

And hopes torn from my mind of long ago

And when she laughs, when she smiles, when she spins her dreams for me

Tears well up, and run down my face

From a place left abandoned a lifetime ago

A place never revisited till now

In terror of its risks

In awe of its rewards

And then

I think of her again

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this is beautiful bluepill. truly.

“But dream I must, wispy tendrils of thought and desire”

i hope we see more from you.

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yep, those long distance relationionships can really tell a person apart emotionally.

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thank you…

I’ve begun writing again, after an abscence of 18 years…

this lady has brought about a profound change in me…

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hmm…maybe a profound change. or maybe, as my friend liquidangel might say, you just discovered a piece of yourself that’s always been there.

either way, welcome back to writing.

(nice juggling).

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This particular one would probably have the same effect next door…

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Indeed rainey, liquidangel may remind bluepill that he allowed himself to love again, a love that is his very being, that would be the only reason that a stranger whom he has never met would inspire suchness…

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