Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Dear Girl



One day, you will forget about her--

The one whose voice animated your whole world.

You will no longer hear her,

Nor even listen in the hopes that you might.


Don't let anyone tell you

That every season's roses are the same.

She made you happy in summer--

You, who loves the ice,

And the long nights.


One day you will forget her

And be poorer for the forgetting.

One day you will put her behind you, and be free to do anything you like.

And then what?

Oh dear girl...

Then nothing,

Just nothing at all.

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13 comments:

  1. ellen abbottSeptember 1, 2009 at 10:26 PM

    Not nothing. You just don't know what yet.

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  2. Shark ButtSeptember 1, 2009 at 10:32 PM

    Wow! Not nothing but something even better than you can imagine right now.

    Sharkbutt says maybe a cat.

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  3. Riot KittySeptember 1, 2009 at 11:18 PM

    Ellen and Shark Butt are right! (More than I cat, I believe.)

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  4. KaySeptember 2, 2009 at 1:24 AM

    Then you become a better, more forgiven....do it all over again, putz...hehe :)

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  5. PJ van ZylSeptember 2, 2009 at 2:16 AM

    stunning photo to go with the words

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  6. ScarletSeptember 2, 2009 at 7:13 AM

    The future always holds promise, but I love the sentiments in this one.

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  7. ShadowSeptember 2, 2009 at 10:06 AM

    forget her? someone like that? i don't think so...

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  8. DarylSeptember 2, 2009 at 10:35 AM

    No, I beg to disagree ... one never ever looses what is engraved on one's heart .... even if its a lost love .. tho seriously, love if its real never dies or fades away

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  9. Maude LynnSeptember 2, 2009 at 11:23 AM

    I love the part about the roses. That's really perfect.

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  10. FireblossomSeptember 2, 2009 at 7:18 PM

    Impossible to forget something that has become part of you, I think.

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  11. listen for azureSeptember 2, 2009 at 11:14 PM

    Sometimes we just want to be HERE, mired in whatever we are knee deep into - and I'm right there with you.

    Your heart belongs to you. It can be stuck for as long as you want it to - and maybe stuck is exactly where you belong for the moment?

    In the interim, tea and feathers, baby. Tea and feathers.

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  12. Kelly September 19, 2009 at 1:32 PM

    i know this is about romantic love, but the first time and on this reading too... it describes perfectly how i feel about my Gran... i will be poorer for forgetting, and one day she will be so past the past... it will just be so long ago and i'm adult 'free' but to what? the empty space without her... an eloquent write Shay x

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  13. macSeptember 23, 2009 at 8:07 PM

    You've done gone and made me cry again.

    Had you told this old scooter trash two years ago, "You'll be reading poetry and weeping", I'd say you're insane .

    Your words are so beautiful. I feel them in my heart as I read and reread refrain.

    And please, let's try to keep their memory alive, if not the pain.


    thanks again

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