Goodbye to the Bitter, My Sweet

Bitter
This Medicine is bitter
The smell of incense tricks you into thinking it is sweet
But no,
The smoke of remembering our past is bitter.

What did you think?
That our coming together would be delicious?
One must first mourn
the death of what was
before delighting in the birth of the new.

Better
Iā€™m now better
Infusing this Space
With Silence
My gaze
Lonely memories of you
An exhale…
After holding my breath all throughout your stay.

Goodbye, my sweet.
You’ve healed me.

#dp

 

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6 comments

  1. Aren’t we alone most of the time? Sweet lady, we run the race alone and I guess women do that in a much better way then men. We are alone when crowded, when obsessed and even with deep thoughts. I hate being a loner but alone is good. May be something like self romancing šŸ˜€
    P.S: Glad I made your day and you made mine šŸ˜‰

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    1. “We are alone when crowded, when obsessed and even with deep thoughts. I hate being a loner but alone is good…”

      beautiful!
      follow that thread and call it “we run the race alone” ā¤

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