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Regret

BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
this one dates a few months back
sorry if I posted it before...


Hurt that smothers
the heart
like a winter afternoon

The hours die,
You die a little
In every empty room…

Unchecked words
Are forgotten
As soon as spoken…

In every corner of my soul
A whisper of lost love
Inhabits my remembrance

In every corner
Memories,
And regret.
y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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  • tenaciousAtenaciousA Posts: 604
    you die a little in every empty room



    ... i like that line...
    ~all is full of love~
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    the same line affects me as well.

    I have moved a lot in my life... nigh on 30 or so houses if my calculations are correct... perhaps more.

    the ghosts of important people in our lives, regardless of how they depart, are easily felt. I am plagued by ghosts from my childhood often though I try to avoid it.

    i hope the argument fades for you.

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    thanks for your comments seta (that’s a lot of moving around) and tenacious. :)

    Ghosts fade slowly in my case too…
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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