Years have passed,
And I still search
For glimpses of you
On the empty park bench,
In that seat on the train,
In the window of the café,
Even in the midst of night.
I still search for you
Though I know
Your love
Is no longer mine.
- Lou
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Years have passed,
And I still search
For glimpses of you
On the empty park bench,
In that seat on the train,
In the window of the café,
Even in the midst of night.
I still search for you
Though I know
Your love
Is no longer mine.
- Lou
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Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
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“People start to heal the moment they feel heard.”
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That’s why I will always listen
The fine line between wanting to say so much and knowing that it's better to say nothing.
In english we say;
"I love you"
In poetry we say;
"You live in every chamber of my heart, in every melody and beat, everything within me belongs to you"
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I find you in my dreams, but wake to endless pain, for all that's left are memories, and tears that fall like rain.
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