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curses
catch the sheets on fire
when chance
you swore to leave
broken
every plate I own
decided not to grieve
for the busted chair
the heavy heart –
weeds to crowd my soul
a bridge in need
of mending –
morning whispers
cold
as winter warned
the flame to die –
with promises of spring
ashes silt the corners
reminders –
every thing
of yesterdays
returned anew –
the choice made long ago
flowers bloom
in shades of smoke
– for reasons
I don’t know
. . .
Author’s Note: I’ve been carrying this
picture around for almost three
years…..waiting for words
to wake me.
tornadoday 
First I miss you & I miss the fire you always set deep in me…
The image is worth being held not only three years&here you’ve awoken life-times in every letter…deeply touched
Love&Light
O my goodness……….It is YOU!!!!!!!!! What a wonderful and beautiful surprise. I was just wondering yesterday where you were hiding. I admit to a silent prayer that you would return (just when I thought no one was listening). Thank you, Mira Jay………and thank you for returning to me with your amazing light! I love you! ~ Ever, Bobbie
mmm…then you’ve to watch out for what you wish for from now on:)
Hugs
Don’t we always. 🙂
Well at least you finally let it flow out from within, and you delivered the message so very well!