a story
July 2, 2014 at 2:32 am 16 comments
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once upon a time,
i knew her.
i knew her very well.
she lived with me.
we laughed and cried.
we played and she stayed
∼ until ∼
after a passing of time, i lost her
∼ but ∼
only to find her again.
days, weeks, months and years – all passed
∼ and ∼
in the blink of an eye
she vanished – without a trace
∼ then ∼
one day, i found her.
walking down the street.
i took her home.
i loved her and cared for her
∼ but ∼
she did not stay long.
i woke up one morning.
she was gone.
through the years,
she comes and goes.
she stays for a short while.
she stays for a long while.
i never know when…
i will see her.
i do wonder,
∼ sometimes ∼
what if
she never comes back?
why do
i find her, if only to lose her?
what if
she is gone for good?
what if
I
AM
gone
forever?
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Entry filed under: a story, feelings, human nature, life, love, memories, mental health, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, reflections, Relationships, thoughts, writing. Tags: depression, dreams, emptiness, fears, frustration, journeys, loneliness, loss, pain, sadness, voices, worries.
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busymindthinking | July 2, 2014 at 2:38 am
Brilliant and it resonated very deeply with me; but I believe you know me well enough, to know that it would. Warm embrace.
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hitandrun1964 | July 2, 2014 at 2:39 am
So powerful and yet so easy to understand…familiar…recognizable.
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belsbror | July 2, 2014 at 2:40 am
Difficult questions only one’s self has the answer.
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Svelte | July 2, 2014 at 2:53 am
Fear not. You’ll soon be back and dare I say, even better. x
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words4jp | July 2, 2014 at 11:27 am
😉
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Jonathan Caswell | July 2, 2014 at 2:58 am
Sounds like the life story of a couple of my cats. Pusscat came home one time wearing her flea collar like a bandolier of bullets! I still had to catch her and bring her back in the house! 🙂
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words4jp | July 2, 2014 at 11:26 am
Meow meow;)
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Jonathan Caswell | July 2, 2014 at 4:17 pm
PURR, PURR!
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MichelleMarie | July 2, 2014 at 3:26 am
I wonder this sometimes myself but I know she will be back because I can see her! She’s still there she’s just resting I think. It takes a lot of energy to be a ballerina in life. You danced along time and now you are resting. I can see you! Just so you know you’re not gone! Hugs and love to you sweet friend! 😀
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richardankerswrites | July 2, 2014 at 7:43 am
Jen’s right, you’ll be back. And a wonderful write, Kim 🙂
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words4jp | July 2, 2014 at 11:25 am
Thank you. I never post at night, but I was trying to stay awake in which to pick Jordan up from work – at 11:30 last night. The story just storied it’s way out of my head. I am not much of a storyteller. I read it to Pee – she just fell asleep. I obviously need a better ending – more excitement to peak her interest. She is a tough critic;)
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richardankerswrites | July 2, 2014 at 11:32 am
Maybe you should end each story with the promise of dog biscuits 😉
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words4jp | July 2, 2014 at 11:33 am
dang – you are good. this can be arranged….
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richardankerswrites | July 2, 2014 at 11:36 am
I’ll be watching
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scottishmomus | July 3, 2014 at 10:34 am
Never forever. It all feels like a cycle to me, loops of learning. Rediscovery with changes made at every turn of the loop. Does she ever feel exactly the same? I like this so much. Food for thought for when we next disappear.x
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words4jp | July 3, 2014 at 12:17 pm
You are right – I think sometimes life is a big spinning wheel – like the one on the playground. You jump on and take off. It is all fine and dandy at first but then the movement catches up with you – you get dizzy and nauseous. So, you jump off. Recover and do it all again!