Monday, March 31, 2014

Going Back On a word given to Myself

I have nursed some heartbreaks,
Like you nurse old memories,
Memories of the shower
That drenched you to the bone,
Or the time you realized that God
Was always away on an extended vacation.
Of summers spent against rushing days,
Or the sound of mountains speaking,
To each other through the mist.
Some heartbreaks I have preserved,
Like old leaves marking out pages
Which once spoke to me, of me.
Your handwriting still burns in the pages,
Like the candle in a mountain hut,
Alone,but oh so powerful.
Hissing, like damp firewood,
The words are past their expiry date,
Mumbling on how I had gone back
On my word never to write about you.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this, pained as it is -- hearts always exceed our vows, don't they. And we're somehow greater for the transgression.

Maude Lynn said...

I love that ending!

Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful...love begs to be recalled even if pain accompanies it.

Mark Kerstetter said...

This reads like an ache that won't go away. Maybe the exercise of applying words will act as a salve....

Unknown said...

... but then, writing about these lost loves is what allows our hearts, minds, souls to release and expand and prepare for the next wonderful thing...

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