The moment it all finishes
is the moment it ceases to fade.
And suddenly there comes pouring
all the memories that were made.
***
The memories bite,
like bees, but with the honey.
Somehow, I like the regrets;
Somehow, the pain is now funny.
***
They say it flew by fast,
but my thoughts are not so.
To me it was long and tiring.
The days were long, slow.
***
But now that the end is near
a part of me wants it to stay.
While, another phase entirely
is happy it's almost away.
***
The feeling inside
a tapping hollow.
Somehow, all the insults
I can now swallow.
***
I can't quite place my heart
in this time, between;
when the memories start to fade
But no horizon can yet be seen.
***
It's hard to place
relief in what's going.
But neither is desire
to hold on showing.
***
Now my vision is through a stranger.
My heart is floating somewhere high.
A million thoughts are interfering
with my million-emotion worth goodbye.
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Rachel S
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