Romantic and best--were we.
So close-- we were.
All of our love. All of our memories... they dwell here within me.
Woman with Mirror
I pause in the midst of readiness, close myself off from open intimacy, and trance myself... to actively imagine... to remember.
Don't be distressed when I drift away/ when sadness shows itself in my eyes.
Understand.
I must sit and reflect to get up and move on... with awakening, without replicating.
"...Why must we all repeat things done, and come again very bitterly to wisdom..."
~The Passionate Friends~
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