Locked And Double Walled
The tying up of loose ends
At times you are so often on my mind
I’m then left to wonder where you are,
I question whether you are finally happy
While always loving you from afar.
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It’s unbelievable after all these years
I’m finally letting my wounded heart heal,
I think I’m finally ready to close our book
Flaunting my strength as I work on how I feel.
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We possibly still have a chapter or two left
That’s if I consider tying up that loose end,
Or maybe I let sleeping dogs lie after all
Maybe the cost is more than I want to spend.
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We will continue to replay our story
I’ve got my memories, good and bad,
I may stop in to visit once in a while
But not enough to start feeling sad.
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All these very long years I’ve hesitated
To visit you in my deep darkened heart,
To utter that final dreadful word goodbye
Then section off my heart to keep us apart.
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I was confident, in fact, that I’d never be ready
I believed I couldn’t bear it if I severed our last tie,
My heart linked directly into your heart by a fine line
All I need to do is snip that line and say my goodbye.
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I’m so sorry as I know we promised forever
Sadly you took that promise and threw it all south,
I’ve held onto us safely for as long as I could
It’s almost time to say the words from my mouth.
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I need to pack, you and my leftover love, away now
In my heart, pushed to the very back, a wall installed,
There you’ll stay for my forever, it’s the best I can do
A heavily scarred tiny pocket locked and double walled.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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This was very emotional