Love Poetry to a Stranger - with Audio link

I stopped writing on purpose.

When my thoughts are with you,
I hold dear my wings.
They are a piece of you, a piece of me,
and let us fly through the cosmos together.

But whenever I reach the end of a letter,
you are gone,
and I am landed.
Stranded.

My wings are a heavy burden–
dragging behind me,
collecting debris,
keeping me from others.

It is a lonely feeling
built in the core of my heart.
Breaking it.

It is an anguished weight,
keeping me down.
Breaking me.

So I have decided
to simply start
stopping.

In the silence between heartbeats,
I miss my wings, our connection,
and you.

But there’s a rhythm to the loss,
a strut to the pain,
and I’m dancing my way to others.

It’s a dirty pathway,
not the open skies,
but I have two feet on the ground
and they are walking towards a future
with happy poetry
and no strangers at all.

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Hear the poem! Click to listen to Rara read this.

The night before Valentine’s day is the definitely the time for re-visiting sad-happy love poetry.  Right?

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