Saturday, November 24, 2007

recycle

there are people
shadows of heartfelt memories
of people
spaces uninhabited
in my heart
but felt.
still.

my heart longs for people it has loved.
it hurts to think that i am not
anymore.

is that possible?

Why is it feasable for my heart to allow relationships to alter ?
evolve
change
grow
find a new place or definition.

yet for them
it is not.

my heart longs for
their eyes. their voices.
their intentions. their families. their values.
their songs. their views. their laughter. their magic.

i miss them.
i miss many.
i have been priveledged to have experienced.
so blessed.

i wonder if they even know that their
absence in my life is felt
noticed
pained.

not everyone feels as i do.
once a relationship fails to fit in the box we purchased it in
it is released
discarded
recycled
regifted.

not how I feel.

feeling this way.
is lonely.

yet
maybe
having
known
them
at
all
is
the
gift
.

1 comment:

keysunset said...

it hurts to think that i am not
anymore.


It's too true that we do not feel love without feeling pain for those we care for.

And it's too easy to say, when those loved ones become part of the past, to turn that energy toward the ones in your life in the present. But it is the best way, I think.

You can always leave a little light in the window for the ones in the past, should they wander by again, and welcome them in with your, obviously, unconditional love.

shadows of heartfelt memories I quoted out of order from your post, on purpose. I wanted to leave you with this imagery. When you are walking, and you see the shadow before you, what is behind you? It is the light, behind you, with you, surrounding you, even when the path beyond is dark. Love, then, never truly dies. It is there, as you say, in memories. But, I think, in a very real way, always surrounding us even when our present feels dark.

Finally, a thought, because I have been working with a song lately that says "my love speaks like silence." What you speak into the silence, is what is returned.

Always speak love, whitney.

Thanks for the post.