The words are stuck. Perhaps they are still in my heart, where they swirl around in the warmth and the feeling.
My heart has a long memory. It knows it lost something important. Reading the book won't be the same.
I'm happy now. A feeling of joy makes me float slightly above the ground. A deep feeling of contentment settles inside me.
Please don't color me lovelorn. Don't think I miss a lover. Understand I miss my poet and how her words fed my soul.
Or don't understand at all. I don't always, especially when the words are stuck
Friday, February 13, 2009
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I sometimes wonder if its me you're writing too... I miss you and think of you often... but have realized that perhaps things happened this way for a reason- and I cant change it, even if I wish I could. I just hope that one day I'll have the words and the ability to explain.
-m
M,
Sometimes I do write about you. Sometimes it's not you at all.
No explanation necessary. I'm at peace with it all. I hope you are, too.
Wishing you all the best,
Anna
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