She fades across the wall like jagged shadows of a skeleton,
A closet full of old stories and worn out old novels,
Some journals and a few other romantic letters,
There is a couple with the lipstick still on the envelope.

There was a time, a time when none of this really mattered,
Back before I became grown, grown into this man you see today,
Before I ever knew you, and the scent of your perfume,
And yes, yes I do still have that same letter.

The one with the piece of the magazine ripped out,
Yes, I have every single one of those letters still,
These fleeting thoughts of calm and ambiences,
The comfort in letting you go has yet to relieve the pain of losing you.

Thank you, hopefully you enjoyed the read.

"the comfort of letting you go, has yet to relieve the pain of losing you."

that's a sick line, but its so much more than a line
but that's comfort when you can look at the stuff with comfort

I looked at the only picture I have of my Xwife & I together, the other day

I haven't seen her since nov 2005 & couldn't look at the pic til about four years later.
even know we talked a fair bit.
"cleaning out my closet" double entendre in this case, it sounds.

I told ya that chits to heavy for my burnt brain, it hurts my head, ya I run saw for a livin'! did I mention that

your just going to have to dumb it down for me.
like we talked about, you know, one syllable rhymes

'cat n the hat poetry" Jack n Jill went up the hill
each with a buck & a quarter, jill come down with 2.50 the Ho

mindless chit..lol

cool, I did finely get into it, had to read it on a dark porch off my phone,
seemed to make me concentrate,which is my problem.
enjoyed!
peace《 》out




ya I

enjoyed

Thank you both, much appreciated.

Glad you were able to take something from it, ride.