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limerenceWalking on the shoulders of giants.
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Breath.

by limerence

I may not remember much about how you loved me once,

But I remember how my breath used to get caught in my chest

Whenever you walked into the same room I was in, and I remember just how you made me feel every time you spoke my name

How I could feel myself folding in worship to you, and

How I would crawl if had only you mentioned for me to come closer.

I loved even though it broke me and

I continue to love even now as it fogs my mind,

binds my feet, and blinds my eyes

So many years after, and I am still wholly yours.

How do I walk away from the one who taught me how to breathe

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
9 months agoReply
This was the description of an open wound. I don't think we ever get completely over and past love. But we go on. We have too. You were emotional expressive. Your wording was that of tender introspection, not hate. Great job!!!!