Tuesday, April 17, 2012


I miss the warmth
that came from the hopes 
that we would someday
be married.
The warmth of our conversations
and friendship.
The cold, biting wind of this world
is even colder when alone.
And so I'm sad
that this love did not become
what we had hoped.
And now I must let go
as a tree lets go of its seeds,
having faith that, 
beauty and life 
can't help but grow.

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