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Years Later The bed at the center of it all– the way you never felt like a stranger, instead like someone, I had forgotten, like a part of myself I had dropped in some distant city delivered back to my door. Our story, a pipe dream in three parts– my bedroom the place where everything came together and the place where everything fell apart. there are still echoes of us in the bed frame, and the closet, and the drywall. I keep your dignity on the bookshelf; I figure you’ll come looking for it, eventually. It always comes back to here. the only sanctuary I have ever known still smells like you, sometimes. just when I think I’ve gotten you out of the pillowcases, I find your cologne on the walls. I remember when you came apart in pieces on the carpet, and I will never be able to wash the heartbreak out of the floors. Someday, I will leave our story behind, in this city. this apartment will be barren and then it will be full of other people. none of them will know our names; they will track over our history like re-recording over old videotapes. I won’t miss you. Or I will miss you, but I’ll have bought a new mattress: one that doesn’t know how you twitch in your sleep. I will have a new bedroom and the floorboards won’t know how to moan your name like I do. and we’ll fall asleep in different beds, in different cities. And if I wake up from dreams that still taste like you, I can take comfort in the fact that even though you have kissed me, you have never kissed me here. ~Caitlyn Siehl Archive  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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We’ve all got at least one of those. So hard to let go, when they’re in your blood, their memory coursing through your veins…years later. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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That’s beautifully-written. Poets that good are worth supporting; I’ll be picking up her book. Thank you for yet another thoughtful introduction. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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This is a very nice piece. I can relate to essence of it. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Some people imprint on us and haunt our memories forever. Thank you for sharing. Excellent post. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Those loves do haunt the memory banks at times...... "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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memories will still haunt you & linger on no matter how hard you try to erase all traces of the past! "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Old lovers show up at the strangest times. Memories flow into the void left from their departure. I look for a door to seal them out. Sometimes I win quickly, other times I have to fight harder... Time continues to flow... "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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We’ve all got at least one of those. So hard to let go, when they’re in your blood, their memory coursing through your veins…years later.
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That’s beautifully-written. Poets that good are worth supporting; I’ll be picking up her book. Thank you for yet another thoughtful introduction.
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This is a very nice piece. I can relate to essence of it.
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Some people imprint on us and haunt our memories forever. Thank you for sharing. Excellent post.
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Those loves do haunt the memory banks at times......
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Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind.
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memories will still haunt you & linger on no matter how hard you try to erase all traces of the past!
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Old lovers show up at the strangest times. Memories flow into the void left from their departure. I look for a door to seal them out. Sometimes I win quickly, other times I have to fight harder... Time continues to flow...
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soooo beautiful
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Old Love... leave me alone. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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