Once More Thou Were Mine

broken20heart1Many memories fade over time, but not those of you. In the right circumstance I travel back and am almost there with you. It takes only a song, a smell, a sound, a rainy day, food prepared a particular way or a hundred other things and I am transported. H.P.

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Twas but a word, a single word
A stranger’s lip expressed
And yet my spirit’s depths were stirred
With feelings long repressed.
Unbidden tear-drops dimmed my eyes,
My lips still wore a smile;
O how the heart can grief disguise,
And learn deception’s wile.
Thoughts, rushing thoughts, came wild and fast,
The present, it was not,
I only saw the long, long past,
How could it be forgot?
Young voices murmured in mine ear,
With radiant mirth and glee,
But I, alas! could only hear
The heart that spoke of thee.
And that hand was clasped in mind,
Once more thou were mine own,
And ‘neath the crescent pale shine,
On the hill-side, alone.
From “Memory” by ‘Mrs. Swift’
Originally published in the early 1800’s
in Neal’s Saturday Gazette

Defies Duplication

broken20heart1For so long I have loved you that I can’t remember when I didn’t. Change and circumstances separated us. We went on with our lives with other people. With you my heart learned to love. Our first times are precious to me. I will treasure those memories always. R.Y.

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Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten.
After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing
will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images,
but sooner or later, you find that there’s space
for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
From “Where You Are” by Tammara Webber

True Love

broken20heart1I will remember her not as the one who broke my heart, but as the one who taught me how to love. I have healed enough to see the bond between some people lasts for some time and ends. But for a while it was magic; a true love that didn’t last. R.B.

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In Nature, things are broken with a purpose;
clouds break to pour rains,
rivers break to water fields,
fields break to yield crops,
seeds break to yield plants…
so if ever you feel broken,
understand that you must be part
of a better and more beautiful purpose…
Debashis Dey

I’ll Wait For You

broken20heart1Hindsight 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.

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Unfortunately,
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami

An Invisible Wound

broken20heart1The pain feels like part of me was cut away leaving an invisible wound that bleeds and hurts day and night. I gave you all of me. Nothing was held back. But that wasn’t enough. I thought  your restlessness could be filled with my love, but was wrong. You’re gone. H.P.

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We hurt so much because
we have lost a part of ourselves.
If we have loved much,
we must have given much also,
and when everything’s over,
we feel as though we have lost everything.
From “Mend My Broken Heart”
By Jocelyn Soriano

The Rapture of Love

broken20heart1We shared a decade’s worth of the rapture of love in the borrowed time we had. I thought I had loved before, but have known since love was shown to me the first time in your arms. Sometimes I miss that serenity more than I have words to explain. H.M.

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To live in this world,
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your life depends on it;
and when the time comes, to let go.
Mary Oliver

A Searching Heart

broken20heart1I have found love and wallowed in its joy and luxury. I have lost love and been swallowed up by its grief and poverty. Experiences with loving caused the fear of it grow, but courage to embrace it grew more. Knowing the risks does not slow a searching heart. B.P.

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Beauty shines brighter
in the heart of him
who longs for it
than in the eyes
of him who sees it.
Kahlil Gibran