who can tell when this opportunity will arrive again and no, it never feels as if i did enough i could not have laughed and loved any harder/ not for anybody other than you/ this is not a performance/ i still torture myself hourly with doubts/ if i ask you say i don’t know. kate ©
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i won’t come searching anymore for you i don’t want to see you with the life i thought we would have i don’t want to see the silence between you both and wonder why it is her you are with. kate ©
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am i shaving my heart – whittling away the edges until gradually there is nothing left of it and signs of life become vital as i receive news which i have no power over i throw around my thoughts and they boomerang in a panic – where are my shoes – phone – keys i need to build myself a raft oar myself away achieve isolation in the middle of the big blue sea. kate ©
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haven’t we had a great afternoon / wouldn’t you agree / why do you go elsewhere / what do you gain – a territory that is familiar / we have walled up too many of our vulnerabilities now to tread new ground – to allow ourselves to feel / i am taken back – home not for me, it isn’t i want to be with you / what we had – this afternoon wasn’t it great – no? / i felt so – now i am not sure / won’t you stay of course not, no / i understand / forget me. kate ©
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your arms are around me i am captured we lean over so you can point out something to me in the garden you stop us from toppling into the bags of bottles destined for the recycling bin it has been a while due to your absence and i actually could not remember what the weight of you felt like how could i misplace that electric touch as you move down my body and gaze at me with love lust and i think how i can function without you i don’t need you but i want you. kate ©
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