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Wednesday, March 6, 2013



...and she asked for so little, he forgot she was there
and she stayed for too long, told herself she didn't care.
It all died so quietly, in such a well kept home
then she walked away in silence, freed never coming home.
and he cried a little, tears at the fate he wrote
no chapter for love in a pile of accomplished notes.
He married soon after. There was an empty spot on the shelf
and she turned within finding love inside herself.
She wandered, lost most of the time, knowing he was the best she'd have
dreamed of a day that wouldn't come, abandoned hope she still had
and time was short, she knew, but maybe life would come again
and maybe the next time around, he'd leave a dollar unearned and then
maybe they'd begin again a  little more known
but for this life, she dances alone.
 Because she knew she'd loved, It isn't lonely, this place,
and such fulfillment was enough to afford her some grace
She held in dignity what might have been
and walked in strong path with weak back remembering when
He danced with her as if she were some part of his world
and didn't put her on a shelf to forget about the girl.
Perhaps she made it too easy and unconditional
not knowing that in peace, love could be transitional.
She knew of love, and patience, and finally letting go
What more there was to learn in life, she couldn't possibly know
Yet beat the light inside her chest, content it'd been to live
so "Give love to all," she thought, "must be the way to live."
so love she did in great out-pours, and did the best she could
and returns came blissfully unexpected in  seeing others do good
and pass it on, one by one, she saw love does grow
but where it comes and nebulous goes wasn't hers to know.
Free falls of endless faith, believing every day
that some purpose was complete and whole in every way
and should she go someday, it wont be with great fight
rather passion can't be killed. She'd love with all her might
and she inquired of him now and then, so she knew
that dollars never went unearned and accolades none too few
She couldn't make him happy, but if these things did
She was content to know, he had what he bid,
and she thanked him, in solitary moments warmed by cold night,
as she was more than she might have been without her flight
Roads entwined for a short while, but stars pass in the day
unaware 'til fall of eve their walk's divergent ways
Evaporated ties aren't a thing to hold
but stories to reflect on and chapters told
"May I have this dance?" she calls to the sky
and stars gather round to sparkle in her eye
Alone isn't possible and, "Life is but a dream,"
and dance she will to silent stars in daylight unseen.
tina jones

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