"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Thursday, August 14, 2014

Lost Love


I feel deeply

Fidelity fueled passion

Each lost love

A dagger thrust into my heart


Help me in the night

Hold me close

When the memories come

And the daggers twist


Sleep impoverishes my soul

Deja vu terrors wake me

Faces and fingertips

Forgotten words


Hold me

Till I am sleeping again

My love

My muse



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