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À mon ami

I miss you
(without missing you);
lost chance
to explain,
though you will never
my words
my mind
my heart.

Was it opportunity
or crisis
that made you walk away?
Too near the chasm.
Stall for time.
Do anything
but open up your soul
and question what’s inside.

Change hurts.

Now days grow long,
reminding me
of other summers’ fires,
and so my gripe is this:
We could’ve tamed
our memory,
shared a laugh,
(thank god that’s over),
but you turned your back
refused to see complexity
in me,
while I recognized
(with fond and knowing smile)
the contradiction
in you.

Bonne chance, mon ami. 

NOTE: This is a Three Word Wednesday Post.


Sheilagh Lee said...

wise words that you 'recognized the contradiction in you'

June 11, 2014 at 12:19 PM
Old Egg said...

Oh the summer fires of love. How they are shattered by reality...thank heavens.

June 11, 2014 at 7:42 PM
Jae Rose said...

I love the tone of this..gently knowing and definitely moving on and away..i think choosing the choice of language made it feel like a considered departure..c'est superb!

June 12, 2014 at 8:17 AM
Alice Audrey said...

That turning of the back is painful. It's a kind of abdication. But like you said, change also hurts.

June 12, 2014 at 1:28 PM

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