Tears, bitter and sweet,
Fall into my lap
Making my hands too slippery to grasp
Anything.
The things I wanted to hold onto
Slide through my fingertips,
The things I never wanted found me anyway
Scarring me as they slide away from my feeble grip
Leaving me afraid and bleeding,
With only tears now to heal them.
I loved you, ’tis true.
And still.
But it’s a void, vacant for me,
There is no ying to my yang.
No joy to my sorrow,
No sorrow to my joy.
It’s a lonely place
Loving someone who can’t.
There was hope,
For a brief moment.
It was all I had, but it was enough
For that moment.
Then it was gone
In a terrible, terrifying instant.
I can’t even fathom why I had it at all
Considering our history,
Passionate and cold
Ending every time before it could really begin.
But I did.
Suffice to say,
I did.
I don’t any more.
By Deborah E. Dayen
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
“It’s a lonely place
Loving someone who can’t.
There was hope,
For a brief moment.
It was all I had, but it was enough
For that moment.
Then it was gone”
Clarity. This… I think this is my new favorite by you, Deb.
Thank you so much trE, I just fell in love with one you wrote too. Mutual admiration society tonight, lol
Haha! Yes, ma’am. It must be mercury in retrograde. You are so welcome. *big hugs*
This moved me deeply, Deb. Profound and bittersweet.
Thank you so much. I so appreciate your thoughts on it, that you felt it the way it was written. Big hugs.
You’re very welcome, Deb. Big hugs right back.
WoW “I don’t know what to make of this. Was it really a terrible terrifying instant?
The things that have made me feel that way were always figments of my imagination, never real but some how I made them so big in my mind that they became hard to deal with.
But now I am free of my own worst fears. I am also ashamed I ever feared them. But the good news is I will never fear the unreal again. Nor will I carry fear to call it into action, so I can be so pathetic again.
Passionate and cold
They do not run together
Fear and losses do