This next piece in “Letters to a Dying Flame (Working Title)” is another inspired piece from a dear friend of mine. He is a free-spirited, passionate, and overall lovely human being, whom I am so lucky to know. Enjoy!
When sat in a room full of all the ones you loved,
Whose arms would you run to?
Which heart would make yours fly?
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Most never know until met with this fate,
But I would turn and close the door.
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I found myself in enough beds to know their hearts never matched with mine, our bodies only moving as any other does.
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But each time they take a piece of me, and I wonder, are they the one?
The answer is always no, and I begin to hate what is left behind.
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My mind sees this, my body craves it, my soul needs it, but there is always one thing I manage to look beyond.
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That with every exit the one thing left behind is the one thing that always stays.
It’s me. I stay for me, I love for me, and each love that was big or small, never took away.
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Each time they left I now can see, pieces left for me.
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I know now that loving someone who is bound to leave doesn’t make it wrong.
It’s always right in different ways, and never takes away.
A Series of Observations 