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G.

I faced him today,

brown eyes that I thought had vanished.

He reappeared and stopped up the words in my throat.

I did not know how to breathe

or what to do

and so I let the moment pass.

He passed me by and walked out the door

leaving me hollow

leaving my heart sore.

I miss him and it hurts.

My poetry is flat,

my heart is weak–

broken–

but at least I now know he is safe.

It is bittersweet, more bitter than sweet.

His eyes still haunt me now

so dark

so deep–

I had to look away.

Still, the best present of this day

was hidden beneath that bitterness of watching him walk away,

bright Rudolph lead the sleigh!

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

3 thoughts on “G.

    1. Thank you for reading and sharing your own experience with me. it is nice to know that what I am feeling is not something that it outside the window of regular human interactions though I am sorry that you as well feel this bittersweet pain.

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