It's Over

It's Over

A Poem by Mark
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The finality of relationship used to be less concrete before technology.

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We were entwined once, heart to heart,
candy apple blood pumped through yours and mine.
Then love was ripped from us, torn out,
and the pain was just so; just that bright.

I"m healed now, the ache only remembers in soft clouds.
I am it's myth of another time.
It remembers blurred mosaics of us, of places we shared.
Slowly, even they are becoming lost in the fog of time's dance.

And now I sit on carved square steps
holding this you in my hands.
 My fingers do not tremble as
I look at your picture on the little screen.

Deliberately, slowly, they target
the spot of the screen I must hit,
I must touch, and then let go.
I smile sadly, hopefully, as I delete you from my phone.

© 2014 Mark


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I can relate to everything written here. Beautifully written, with thoughtful words to convey the emotion of the time. I believe that love only dies when we make it die. To purge every memento, every connection, every word exchanged, is like a burial. Memories are archived in the dungeons of the heart, sometimes covered with the dust-sheets of a new love's words, opinions and views, to further decay the presence of anything that remains. I know I grieved in quiet moments. I still do sometimes. JJ

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

10 Years Ago

A woman's heart is a little different I think. A very poetic review, enjoyed reading it :)



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This is simply beautiful and truly contemporary times, deleting from the phone is like the final blow...the end...el fin...cut off all communication...a horrible phase of breaking up, one has to deal with...remove or block emails. This was written, so it felt...from experience? But the way it was written was terrific. Very nice read. Moving even see the smile as you delete...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I've deleted a few in my time. Glad you liked. :)
I relate to this as well.
Justine's review hits the nail on the head for me.
Great writing!
~Claire

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

thanks again Claire! :)
A terribly beautiful and descriptive piece that relates well my love, well done, good read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much Thomas.
Very well done Mark. This is sure to hit home with many...yours truly included.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Jack :)
This poem proves to me that there are still tears and pain left. Oh, how I wish for a dense fog during the dance of time. One thing for sure technology makes the process that much harder. Kudos on the poem and your progress with letting go.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Brianna, it is a situation I have a lot of experience with :)
I couldn't accept "hopefully" - the rest was spot on.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Ya, I guess I wanted to show the beginning of another cycle. Thanks Chris :)
Your last line is a killer.... I hated deleting his number. I think it's the finality that it is actually over and there's no going back. I also had to block his number, stupid a*s. I can so relate to this, dude.

Sad but great! Flip flops & all that jazz!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Mmm so it was you that ended it?
s y e

10 Years Ago

Yeah. He was a player and lied alot to me.
I can relate to everything written here. Beautifully written, with thoughtful words to convey the emotion of the time. I believe that love only dies when we make it die. To purge every memento, every connection, every word exchanged, is like a burial. Memories are archived in the dungeons of the heart, sometimes covered with the dust-sheets of a new love's words, opinions and views, to further decay the presence of anything that remains. I know I grieved in quiet moments. I still do sometimes. JJ

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

10 Years Ago

A woman's heart is a little different I think. A very poetic review, enjoyed reading it :)
deleting seems to be the final act of erasing someone from our lives. the memories can't be erased but at least we won't have a tangible item to hold in our hands to cause us bittersweet emotions at the click of a button.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Yes reminders are always painful even if only memories of pain. Thanks Bird. :)

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