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The Attic

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A ghost fashioned out of love and nostalgia to calm my storm paces the attic floor. The lines of her hands trace up the stairs with fingerprints and echoes of laughter. Aching for the breath and bones, I sit with the construct as she continues to color me. With all that grace and light she speaks to what was and what should have been. I gently nod and remind the ghost I have made, she is loved truly and unconditionally.

 

 

 

Love Reprogramming – Iteration 19

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Shiny people I select

To give this short life meaning

Warmer treasures I collect

That send the sad parts reeling

Through my life there has been one

Her pure spirit wild and free

She lit my world with bright sun

The world our oyster, our sea

Love requires our best to thrive

A lesson learned much too late

With heartbreak I will survive

Emotions in a tired state

As I look back on those times

So joyous and so loving

I can’t regret heart’s clear chimes

For that love I go on living