Broken Healing

Thu, 08/15/2013 - 17:14 -- alatta

A wine bottle

Gently held in wrinkled hands;

Filled long ago with ripped papers

All about a lost love…

 

Or was it…

 a pushed away love?

Or maybe it is…

 a dead love?

 

Poems sit tucked tightly inside.

Papers press against all sides,

“Heat swaps owners

On the blue streaked

Kitchen counters”.

 

Letting go of the bottle,

It falls.

The glass fractures.

The past is alive again.

 

All the memories of you, long forgotten

Now, more powerful than ever.

 

Beautiful poems that gave peace once written,

Bring tears of sourly, sweet remembrance.

Gathering the words from the ground,

The passion seen in each stanza

Reminds to treasure the present

Before it too is a pile of sharp shiny memories.

 

 

 

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