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I was always urging Time to hasten its step,

But if only that pendulum could have hung still

That one moment

Long enough for me to catch my breath

And heal my wounds.

Like an abstract painting,

I couldn’t make out what was in front of me

Through my blinding tears.

But now the intangible shapes have melted together

Into a complete and beautiful picture

That is eternally etched onto my retinas.

I should have seen the fire,

But, after being burned once,

I ran the other way from the flames.

Now your lips graze venom,

And my poisoned heart vomits regret.

What could have been

Is now what will never be.

The last grain of sand in the hourglass has eluded me,

Taking with it the remnants of our fairytale ending,

The final pages of our story,

Which I wrongly ripped from the bindings,

And threw away.

I ache to author us another storyline,

But I had only enough ink

To pen you this:

I’ll love you always.



~Vanessa Jacquelyne Bodeen

1/23/09