It's OverA Poem by MarkThe finality of relationship used to be less concrete before technology.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.
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17 Reviews Added on January 18, 2014 Last Updated on January 20, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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