January 3rd, 2014
by The Editor
I already know. It’s over. He will be well, I will be well, but it will be separately…life is such a cruel equation of wins and losses. Don’t tell, but I loved him…I really did. I saw all the Christmas mornings, a differently-abled child, making love into the sunset of our lives… All the heartbreaking pain with the person who carries your limp body onto the beach. I saw it…I’ve lost it. I hoped he was my fabric; but he’s silk, and suede and woman’s skin. So I will swim the channel alone; and my victory or failure is only mine. And I will kiss that beach…and no one will bar my lips. I am the island. I am the naive hopeful who wishes we were all angels…but we aren’t
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What ever happened to you.you never post anything anymore? You were the best !
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And how is it possible you wrote this,? This is an exact replica of my life ! How did you do this ,after so long with nothing! This is true ESP.
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How could you write this ?
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Pure poetry. Best regards.
So lovely to read your poetry after so long. All the losses and the wins make up our lives and create the sensitive person that you are. Thank you for the beauty of your words. I wish we were all angels too but you’re right: we are not. This is beautiful. Thank you kate.
wonderful
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breath taking…literally. no matter the outcome, your life is poetry.