“When did we speak to each other last?”
Her question was a reminder of
Unspoken grudges, silent wars
Empty words to pull daily routines
“Why did I not think of this before?”
“I don’t blame you. It happens…
When we live in different worlds
share a home, but not a goal
Priorities go helter-skelter
a blame culture grows…”
He walked to the door, looked back
“Is there something left to be salvaged?”
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A sad poem, Reena. I especially like the line:
share a home, but not a goal
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Thank you so much, Elizabeth!
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You created such thick tension. Great poem, Reena!
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You are out of it now 😀 Thanks, Yvette!
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This is so lovely ~ a thought-provoking poem that really urges one to sit down and reflect. ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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Oh my, often you can’t go back in life
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It may not be advisable in certain cases…
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Yes
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Often those old connections are better left in the past
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A sensible approach. Reunions succeed only if one can mentally leave the past behind.
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It’s those “unspoken grudges, silent wars” that get in the way every time, so well communicated in all that’s said here, Reena. I hope the parting question is more optimistic than defeatist.
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The outcome is written by the participants.
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Hopefully so.
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Always think positive 🙂
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😀
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A very moving scene
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Thanks! 😔
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You’re welcome
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nice progression. Luv the look back
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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