i told her i was invested
in her parted lips
not so much as a place to place
my whiskey-laced breaths
of love me nots

but that i understand that
the broken nights
where the dark moon couldn't
be seen clearly,

only

the copper alley light shone
brightly as cigarette smoke
aura'd her emotion

i hadn't come home
and had no plan to
creating apologies before
even betraying your trust

i spilled red wine on my pants
wondered if i should use your tears
to wash it out

no, i have enough tears of my own
and now there are no tomorrows
no repentance, no forgiveness

only empty stares, ticking clocks
and failed plans

no love made
only unmade beds
one-sided pillows
and goodbyes

so fucked up
i even miss your goodbyes
you've walked away a lot lately

and i haven't been dreaming
you may not be back
distance been going so long
i forget how it began

now i reminisce of how it was
way long ago when you first
placed your fingers on my skin

the first time your eyes let me in
and my heart inhaled the promise
of forever

where did we go wrong?

Wow! It's been a long time since I read any of your work. You still write just as eloquently as ever my eyes did see. That was brilliant.
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When One learns
to live without fear,
then One cannot be broken.

i spilled red wine on my pants
wondered if i should use your tears
to wash it out

no, i have enough tears of my own
and now there are no tomorrows
no repentance, no forgiveness

only empty stares, ticking clocks
and failed plans

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Hello, Morehouse:

This is a vivid piece. It definitely evokes a sense of regret, disappointment, and maybe even a touch of despair. But that is all obvious. What is less obvious is that underneath all of that, is a sense of hope. For example, your title is "separation," which implies that there might be a chance of reunion. Also, the fact that you would rather use your own tears than those of the significant other show that you are willing to accept what has happened. This to me is like letting the emotions express so that they can run out of juice. instead of fighting them, which delays expression, you are letting them be. It's all very zen, from my perspective. Great piece, my friend.

-Otto