I knelt down on the shattered glass with bloodstains on the fragmented mirror, drenched in the pool of sorrow, as I chanted the forgiveness mantra to save my life.
Vitality has a funny way of playing out itself; the horses stood waiting for my presence at the orchid of greens. The stamina of life gave me the hope to move forward with light and grace.
Fleeing away felt persuasive in nature, but there’s no sunshine without truculent tides, just as there is no day without night. The balance of life is complimentary to the heartache that brings wind to its knees.
The mystery of life cascades through the waves like a summer breeze; it’s the breeze that envelopes my spirits with your eyes. When we finalized our goodbyes, the only thing you held on to was our first kiss.
The Empire Rooftop Hotel was like the wind as we stared at the view of downtown, knowing it was a lonely night as we ended our courtship.
Time can never be repeated or repudiated for the sake of holding to the treasures that once had together. Time is priceless and can never be replicated to change a life.
As the fireplace burns in the background, the presence of forgiveness can only be cherished with the signal of church bells ringing at noon; as we conch sings to the ocean, it never let the sun goes down without the whisper of approval.
The synchronistic vibration was felt under the belly of the ocean as the pearls shivered as the whispers enchanted the spirits of the earth. The ocean whispers the secrets only shared by the chosen, and it was only announced after the divorce was finalized at the Empire Rooftop Hotel after a glass of wine.
The endless ocean returned to its comfort of retreat.
The ocean took its breath away as the sky parted its clouds to make space for a new adventure for the unseen.
Tears turned slow motion as I drove away; the hourglass time slipped away when I turned away to see the last chapter today.
The remembrance of you is a foolish game that only can see through the fireplace’s flames, ignited by the caustic reaction of love. They’re only sun breaks in your laughter when we once held hands, comforted our flesh, but when I closed my eyes, I realized it was over; it was a dream, a figment of my imagination. The time has run out.
Like a teardrop, I ran for cover, but I realized it was over, a passion that swept the fall leaves and drifted north. I know it’s’ hard to say sorry or good night when we shared many days under the stars.
It’s far-fetched to see you wandering the streets of wonderous land, and I’m alone in this cryptic world. Can you honestly say goodbye to someone with that you shared so many great memories? There are not enough letters, poems, prose that one can write to bring back a true friend.
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