In the quiet ache of reminiscence,
I trace the shadow of your brown eyes—
deep wells, warm and welcoming,
where my own reflection was never meant to linger.
Your hands, soft as rain upon the battlefield of my body,
once held my heart, an empty vessel,
and you, my muse, a fleeting spirit of love incarnate,
painted the world in lustrous hues of what could be.
We danced in the fractured light of borrowed time,
where whispers of forever tangled with regret,
and every touch was a promise that
could not withstand the storm of reality.
I search for fragments of us in abandoned realms,
where your tortured soul would lay with my own,
to breathe life into the infinite unknown, but now I tread
the crumbling pavement of a path never destined for eternity.
You are the ghost of my longing, haunting me still,
a bittersweet specter always lurking in the corners of my mind,
a memory of a love that was pure but misplaced,
and I mourn a possibility that was never ours to claim.
The cruel hand of fate was a cunning thief—
still, in the bitter hollow of your absence,
I search for you within the endless
void of what could never be.
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Stephanie Wright
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Shallow Oceans Somethings defy physics. It is possible to drown in the Ocean, yet still have hallow lungs and stomach. Sometimes the liquid that encapsulates us is not rich in oxygen. Sometimes the poison is so subtle that you don't even realize you are losing life. Sometimes you lose track of your own raft and paddles. Sometimes the Ocean is so vast, that you start to believe you will never touchdown. Sometimes your boat is patched with silly puddy, destined to leak, your fault for putting it there. I am a Whale. A land bound mammal in the past life who forced themselves into this Ocean because they were so conflicted amongst their place on land. Sometimes it's okay to realize where you come from and retrace your steps. Yet we cannot get stuck walking backwards. No matter what happens we always need to keep walking forward. It's not the Whales fault that circumstances were so dire that they felt they couldn't walk anymore, only swim. Sometimes evolution drives us to the Ocean for reasons at the time we cannot understand. Sometimes it takes millions of years and multiple generations, but we all learn how to breathe in the Ocean.
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