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when i say “I love you”…i mean to say
thank you…for being here
that i look for you in every space i am in;
in every face i come across;
in everything…
that i also grow tired and weary…my muscles
ache; my knees grow weak…
and really when i say “I love you”…i’m saying
to love you is to toil without tiring
because my “i love you” does not tire or grow weary…
this is the suffering of someone who loves…embrace it

when i say “i love you”…i mean to say
that the world is unfair; and life
is hard but i will love you in all your imperfect being…
so let the storms come…let the sun melt me…
and let me show you that i am as imperfect as you are..

You are the object of this love;
the story that does not ebb;
the one moment that is never forgotten

You are my respite…the rest my weary soul needs…

So when i say “i love you”…i’m telling you that i am happy
that my heart is overflowing;
because, no matter how long the day is
i will come home to you…

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Her Last Love Letter

Dear M., she wrote
in lovely strokes and beautiful cursive…

in each line…love letter
she poured out her heart
ending each sentence with
a tear…and a fragment of the love that still clung to each cell
of her battered heart…

she wrote of their memories…
of lessons learned…of realizations…
of the love they once shared…
of what was left of who they once were
to one another…

and she wrote her goodbye…
a painful farewell
to all the years they shared…
the plans they made…the promises…
the dreams they dreamed together…
the intimate moments…
and to the piece of her heart which only belonged to M…

03.24.15

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and so we made love for the last time…after a long time…
and i saw that there was nothing left for us…

it was over…

and even while you were holding me
i saw that you weren’t seeing me…
your mind was far away…
somewhere you would not let me reach…

it was over…

and even when you were kissing me
your mind was imagining someone else…
it breaks my heart to realize
that what we had has now been reduced to memories
that cling and hover over me…
a constant reminder of how we used to be…

Episode 2

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Heartbreak In A Sunset (http://fineartamerica.com/featured/heartbreak-in-a-sunset-kerry-kralovic.html)

need a place to crash…

somewhere far…

away from you…

from what we used to be…

from how we are now…

where the walls have no memory of you and me…

where hearts are never fragile…

where tears are a thing of mystery…

and pain is never felt…

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and when she saw that glint
of sadness in your eyes
did she ask you if you wanted to go
or whether you wanted to stay?
or did she take your face in her hand
and distract you with her seductive
kiss to make you forget
the sadness which clings to you?…

and when she felt the disregard
and the coldness in your touch
did she ask you if you loved her
and whether you still wanted her?
or did she take you in her arms
and laid your head to her bosom
to make you inhale her hypnotic scent
and lulled you into forgetting
your past love?…

and when she heard the hollowness
in your voice during rare conversations
did she ask you what your heart was feeling
and what it whispered in silence?
or did she sing you her song
to take your mind away from
the memories which you held intensely?…

did she love you?…does she love you still?…
how did she love you?…how much did she love you?
does my love compare?

Love on the 27th

i see hearts when lamplights illuminate

puddles that randomly line sidewalks

and pathways after a rainy afternoon…

heart-shaped Raindrops  right after

they accumulate on leaf bases

and right before Gravity pulls

them to the earth and leaf apices let go – gently…

as if exhaling – breathing a silent sigh

as if caressing the world with love –

i’d like to think…

and sometimes I see hearts –

shaped by coffee cup stains,

in soft fluffy clouds and double rainbows,

in melted sundae cones and ice cream…

in kaleidoscopes and prisms…

in colors…and the sun…

and then I see love…or hear it

in musical notes that float

from violins and pianos and guitar strings…

in lullabies…in the whispering winds

in the soft lapping of waves…

and then I feel love…and taste it

in apples and pears…

and peaches and dew…in candies

and chocolates…in raindrops…

in tears…in kisses…in you…

Hearts and Autumn

autumn comes around slowly…
like an old friend walking at
a leisurely pace towards
an appointed time and place
where company awaits
his return from his year-long retreat…
and the Maple, Oak and Elm
welcome him by their abscission…
shedding their leaves
for the autumn breeze
to blow them away…
just like hearts – returning –
finding respite on quiet nights
when all of its loneliness and pain,
and unfulfilled wishes and dreams…
and some rare moments of happiness
are whispered to the night breeze
in silence…in secret…in hopes
that a murmuration of starlings
or perhaps a gulp of swallows will
carry them away in their flight…