Confessions Of A Broken Heart

This is the piece that links me to my past, tells something of my present and takes a glimpse of my pages ahead.

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Nights then were longer

Hours marched like in a procession,

But time would pass unnoticed ~

Mornings in quiet haze.

.

The phone ceased to ring like my heart

That stopped its musical beating.

It echoed only our fadingsong,

That we set on a silent mode

Signaling our lost affection.

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The daylight’s “ticket pass” to my room

I nullified for awhile.

I hanged blue curtains

And smothered the hours with tears.

I colored the canvas with sadness,

Filled my journal with words

Formed from my bleeding heart.

 

 

 

I tried to erase you in my life,

Attempted to rip the pages

Where you’re in them.

But that would mean me tearing everything!

 

The covers are naught if there’s nothing in there,

Like my life without you.

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Leafing through the yellowed pages

That kept the memories

And concealed my pains,

I finally found the courage

To hear the confessions

Of my broken heart ~

 

 

I changed the curtains back to colors.

The sunshine’s “ticket pass” to my room,

Are welcomed once more.

I found the beauty in watching

The slow procession of time

Passing by my window.

 

 

At night, I light a lamp

So even in agony,

The little spark of my thoughts of you

 

Would cast aside the over powering shadows

As I read my life’s pages back

To the times

When you were still with me.

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The tears I stained  my journals 

Were not in vain.

The great joy in loving

And the pain of losing you

Created such lovely contrasts

Of conspicuous colors

Splashed in my once dull canvas.

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And then I realized:

My life

Is not at all

Empty.

 

~ Jeques