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portrait of a demise or I guess this is goodbye
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portrait of a demise or I guess this is goodbye |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209
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want to go out? was the question and you took me so off guard I didn't know what else to say but yes and so i dressed to kill (at your insistence) you smiled approval and i even relaxed enough to enjoy the drive and then every male there had to take his turn to open mouthed stare while you stabbed them with your over jealous she is mine eyes because you know i am not haven't been for years and despite that it might have even turned out to be a half nice evening if it hadn't ended with a drunk looking for a fight and you obliged and then i got that pain that comes now more often than not so we put a month or is it years, i feel so cold and numb its hard to say, of time and distance between until this sunday when we were both hungry and out of bacon brought an offer of breakfast but you got in the passenger side and i tensed up because you hate the way i drive The speedlimit is thirty not forty The speedlimit is thirty NOT THIRTY FIVE and can't you see the light up ahead (2 miles up ahead to be exact) is red, would you SLOW DOWN and breakfast was awful they were out of bacon too and my sausage looked like it came from someone elses plate and i insisted you drive home and you decided it was a good time (of course when your audience is captive, when better?) to outline everything i do and have ever done wrong and i stopped listening and started contemplating whether death would come quickly from baling at sixty five mph but then i thought what good would that do i would only be your dead no good wife that you had the decency to forgive and then unbelievably you got upset when i declined futher mileage and wanted to go straight home and i got that pain that stays now more often than not and this morning wakes and the pain is still here sleep (what there was of it) didn't help and i am tired of taking the pills that no longer work because i let you sicken me from the outside in and then in return i did it to myself from the inside out and now i feel its time i can't put it off any longer my body needs to heal my spirit needs peace and quiet so i guess this is goodbye oh but one last thing remember now that the freezes come your dogs need hot water to melt the ice and for your next wife could you please fix the dripping in the kitchen sink she won't like it anymore than i did and..... i guess none of this matters anymore so i guess this is goodbye... and oh yes.......one last attempt to make you understand i do not work forty hours a week and bring home all my pay to you... to us just to spite and irritate you and still i forget that none of this matters any more because i guess this is goodbye hugs to you all here, you have meant much to me, probably more than I even know, and certainly more than I can say  [This message has been edited by Corazon (edited 09-25-2000).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And words fail me when I try to say how much you mean to me... or how much your hurt hurts me. You've captured the devastation and disintegration in painfully perfect poetry... I long for the day when you'll be expressing joy with the same fervor! |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
thank you suthern, and you do know how much you mean to me....or at least you better...will try to write later...sigh |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I don't know why - because our lives are not identical - but I could identify clearly and totally with much of your pain. My Spanish is weak from misuse but doesn't Corazon mean 'heart'? - Your heart you've opened up to us and I can only share suthern's sentiments - as I pray for my own release |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Corazon... This poem just sunk right into my heart, as the feelings are all too familiar. Sometimes it helps to know that someone else understands what that pain is. I'm sending a sister's love with this answer, and hope that eases the pain... Please take care...  Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
and this morning wakes and the pain is still here sleep (what there was of it) didn't help and i am tired of taking the pills that no longer work because i let you sicken me from the outside in and then in return i did it to myself from the inside out and now i feel its time i can't put it off any longer my body needs to heal my spirit needs peace and quiet so i guess this is goodbye ================== getting to this point...is very often the hardest part... and while it hurts like being kicked in the chest by a train ... it can also be the point where once you take that last step toward "good-bye"... not too far after that comes the point when you can breathe again..AND YOU WILL. do what you need to do... were always here... like poetry. take care sweetie... thanks for touching me so many times jm [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 09-25-2000).] |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Oh how I remember this pain, on pain, I send you my prayers and hope that here you will find some comfort. Take care Marsha Very well written, and so deep, I feel for you I really do |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Corazon - what a remarkable work of poetry! You have taught me something - from now on I will try to not get antsy when Lorelei drives - I promise I will try. As for you, ya lil firecracker - I hope this isn't goodbye to us, too! [This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 09-26-2000).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Corazon, have we treated you like your partner, Ignoring the good and only choosing the fallible. Is it goodbye to use as well. Please say it isn't so. Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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