"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



Monday, October 12, 2015

Expectations



He had no expectations
So when disappointed 
Nothing was left to hope in

 (it wasn't her fault)

She had no idea
All the words
He wrote for her

Memories turned into poetry 
She had no expectations 
No notion of his lingering feelings

He found his way to the weddings open bar
Where gin and tonic became his lover
As he wondered how to follow all the lines of lives
Across the universe of being
Realizing all memories are remembered differently 
In different ways
Diffused over broken hearts
Or passed in front of closed eyes


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