When memories are all that's left

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    When memories are all that's left

    When memories are all that's left

    Our years together offered us endless opportunities to assess ourselves, our happiness and our decisions.

    We find ourselves forming fresh opinions with each days lessons, new inspirations replace frustrations.......
    .....we learn happiness is empty when peace of mind is not present.

    Creating ourselves in our own image, we trade our standards for expectations and participate with opportunity only thru reflection.

    Unintentional was the change and harmless the indifference......
    .......we wake on opposite sides, strangers now different.

    Left with a bitter taste and bad memories we say "This is it".......

    . .........."This is reality" .... our marriage replaced with paper thin friendship.

    When are you coming home .........I'm lonely :(

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    cmlestrade commented on When memories are all that's left

    07-15-2009

    True expression of how often this happens. makes me think of a song called "The Way We Were" So much reflection on a bittersweet topic solid effort
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    SexzAngel commented on When memories are all that's left

    06-14-2009

    I can feel your emptiness and it tugs at my heart. I hope you find the peace you seek to the loneliness i feel in your soul.
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    karmame

    06/17/2009

    Thanks, Yes I have been lucky to have had poetry as an outlit for some of what I am feeling. Niot sure what I would do if I couldn'T express it and in so see it, remember it and place it in a better place within me. Thanks for the kind words.

    lois2lane245 commented on When memories are all that's left

    05-04-2009

    that is beautiful
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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