Several of the best memories of my life are about you. That afternoon when we met was magical and I will never forget it. Even though we’re no longer together I still think of you sometimes and remember how good the good parts of us really were. B.D.
What I remember most
is the searing sensation
of looking into her eyes
for the first time,
eyes that would hunt me
for the rest of my life.
We were young. I thought we had all the time in the world. It seemed there were thousands of tomorrows left. Life can change in the flicker of a flame. We had a fight and you left mad. Because of a drunk driver now I will never see you again. L.B.
You never knew the last time
you were seeing someone.
You didn’t know when
the last argument happened,
or the last time you had sex,
or the last time you looked
into their eyes and thanked
God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.
I begged and pleaded but you said you didn’t love me anymore. You wanted to leave, so I had to let you go. Life was hard for a long time. I’m doing okay now, but I have not forgotten you. The part of my heart with your name on it will never completely heal. R.P.
It’s you I’m thinking of.
In the morning
when I wake up.
In the evening,
it’s you that I dream of.
From “Things I’d Like To Say”
by the New Colony Six
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I got my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid for me to ever think you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone. It doesn’t matter. The time we shared was worth it no matter how much it hurts now. E.C.
The act of forgiveness
is the act of returning
to present time.
And that’s why when one
has become a forgiving person,
and has managed to let go of the past,
what they’ve really done is
they’ve shifted their relationship with time.
I have loved you for over twenty-five years but we’ve shared only scattered days. True love is like that; it lasts and lasts proving itself over and over through the duration of time. How I wish to had been able to see before what I so clearly comprehend now. K.M.
If you hide, I’ll seek for you.
If you’re lost, I’ll search for you.
If you leave, I’ll wait for you.
If they try to take you away from me,
I’ll fight for you.
Hold my hand again. Take me in your arms. Linger against me. Kiss me slowly; tenderly. While I don’t live in the past, your part in my life is as vibrantly fresh and alive as if it was yesterday; not twenty five years ago. This love is one of a kind that comes only once. Yours only I am. C.B.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself
that the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken and I’d rather
remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken places as I lived.
Today was one of those days where everything reminded me of you and every song I heard somehow related to you. I used to hate days like this, because they remind me I don’t have you. I’m better now. I learned to love you silently from a distance.
I haven’t forgiven you yet.
I may never forgive you.
It is our wounds that create in us
a desire to reach for miracles.
The fulfillment of such miracles
depends on whether we let our wounds
pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
From “Mend My Heart” by Jocelyn Soriano
The tiny pewter angel you gave me for protection long ago still goes on every trip. The little velvet bag it travels in is worn and wrinkled from its many journeys. You may be long gone, but my love for you is not. I am not stuck back there, but will never forget. C.B.
Scars have the strange power
to remind us that our past is real.
Loving you hurt like hell. It took a long time to recover. But I’m grateful for all of it. I learned a lot about myself in that whirlwind of pain. I’ll never think of it as a waste. As my lover, teacher and friend I will always love you and be grateful for what we shared. B.J.
Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without
and know we cannot live within.
Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in a fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.