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Letting Go

May 16, 2008

That calm before sleep

invites memory to fill

and color void, strokes

of regrets detailing ghosts,

giving shape and texture

to demons hidden behind

daily masks, smiles worn

long enough to satisfy

daily rituals, but failing

as paintings of could-have-been

claim night’s canvas, leaving

heart bare, defenseless against

what was – those answereless

questions filling silence between

sighs, wordless prayers for second

chances, safe harbor from storms

of past transgressions. Seeking

some way to reclaim comfort found

in shared passion, in living beyond

the next deadline, paycheck, or bill.

Waiting to dream again of happily

ever after, instead of lying awake

with loss.

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