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What was?

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What was the pact?

Our soulful tie

That brought us both together?

 

What was the reason?

Our paths converged

If no permanence in forever?

 

What was the lesson?

The learnings revealed

That required so much pain?

 

What was the glue?

The cement that set

That cracked when under strain?

 

What was the purpose?

The divine intent

Of sharing what we shared?

 

What was the bond?

That couldn’t hold

The views we never aired?

 

What was the moment?

The shifting gear

That set this course in action?

 

What was the cause?

The single act

That ceased all further traction?

Sunset

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Sunset

The sun set fire to the horizon

Playing loose and free

With the day’s events

Strumming lightly on the clouds

Preparing to rise

Elsewhere

On another sky’s dreams

 

My Wardrobe

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My wardrobe was defenceless

As I set forth on my cull

To strip bare every hanger

To be decisive and not mull

 

Clothes littered every surface

Synthetic fibres filled the floor

From the vintage to the modern

As I emptied every drawer

 

Moth-riddled knits, of old assumptions

Threadbare, unravelling at the seams

No longer held the pure allure

Of their purchase-day, bought dreams

 

Jeans of different coloured denims

Bought to lift and shape and tuck

Promises broken like their zippers

Now in a pile and ready to chuck

 

Of all the glittering dresses

That did confidently project

A shiny armour of pretence

Their own bias, just circumspect

 

Stylish layers of anticipation

To wear close and to the skin

No longer touched, by hands of another

Are now lifeless and wearing thin

 

Too much material to handle

In garments for every event

Just a preoccupied illusion

Of my cloth-made discontent

This Much I Know

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Routes are unmapped

And the journey is long

But you’ll know where you’re going

And the places you belong

 

There’ll be choices you’ve made

That you wish to forget

And there’ll be others you retell

Just as oft as you’re let

 

Experiences will shape you

With their pattern and design

And when you join up the dots

You can rejoice and not whine

 

Long days can be followed

By nights spent awake

As you accept your own truth

And you stop being fake

 

There’s no curtain call here

In this show we call life

Stepping out of your way

Is how to live without strife

 

It’s for real, no rehearsals

It won’t always make sense

In a world full of players

Packed crowded and dense

 

But there’s this that I know

That I’ve seen on the faces

Of the people looking busy

As they rush to their places

 

There’s no fixed destination

I repeat, as it’s true

As your meaning in life

Is defined just by you

Slave

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Slave to the rhythm

Slave to the mind

Slave to the fears

That riddle mankind

 

Slave to the caress

Slave to the touch

Slave to the feel

That exquisite crutch

 

Slave to the ego

Slave to the goal

Slave to the doubt

That unconscious toll

 

Slave to the minutes

Slave to the clock

Slave to the time

That mental gridlock

I Loved You…

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I loved you so deeply

I loved without shame

I loved all your theories

I loved without blame

 

I loved in totality

I loved you with relish

I loved how you thought

I loved every blemish

 

I loved how you held me

I loved how we shared

I loved your good looks

I loved that you cared

 

I loved with abandon

I loved with my heart

I loved how you touched me

I loved how we’d impart

 

I loved what we stood for

I loved how we danced

I loved that you loved me

I loved how you enhanced

 

I loved holding your hand

I loved smelling your scent

I loved sharing a bed

I loved with honest intent

 

I loved all our stories

I loved all that I learnt

I loved you my husband

I loved all that we weren’t