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in my heart
a tiny sapling of happiness
grows
this is how it should be
I tell myself
so why buck the show
I feel a little bit dead
certainly
that's to be expected
but my good sense
keeps me afloat
what have I lost
after all really
I question
some exchanges of words
sporadic nice times
checkered with a few fights
at some level I suppose
I got back some of what
I gave
no matter what though
I know that
even when completely alone
I'll be okay
and when worst comes to worst
he will at least be for me
a very, very
(though short lived)
lovely memory
for I am the sort
as time passes
I only recall the good bits
and allow the bad blood to
bruise up to then heal completely
away
as grudges are like broken
eye glasses
they still can be used but it's
difficult with them
to accurately see
through their skewed lenses
so no hard feelings dear sir
I assure you
I will die some day
remembering once
you meant the absolute world
to me
so thank you for the vacation of
months you took from your
memories of her
to focus your tired love on me.................
(March 12, 2011 1105pm)