She Writes On Friday

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My soul bleeds for what it wanted.

Thoughts leaving in waves.

Nothing is left but tiny drops.

I think of what I need.

I am hollow.

How do I walk ?

I do not know.

Going forward always.

Never stopping.

Mending as I step.

I'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself.

I put my hand out to catch

a few of what is still me,

I put it back and hope it

keeps the rest inside.

 

~ JC ~

I Do Remember That Day

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I remember sitting there.

I had almost forgotten to do it.

Time was getting away from us.

I woke her from a nap.

She was in her favorite spot.

I was ready.

I held her for that moment.

She wasn't happy.

I'm not sure she even knew or remembered.

And, time it went along.

She went back to sleep.

I finished cleaning up.

Years later when I see it,

I remember that day.

I remember her.

It's been long enough that I have forgotten.

I don't think about her like I used to.

Isn't that a shame.

She was the love of my life.

And, I forget about her.

Only when I look I see two old ladies.

I do remember that day.

~ JC ~

Written about a photo of my cat,

Cashmere & I posing in front 

of the Holiday tree almost a long

long time ago.

She Continues To Write Even On Mondays

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She thinks back to those moments that gave her hints.

The times she thought what the hell was that.

Through the years they arrived.

She would get mad.

He would explain.

She would forgive.

And, time would go by.

As the years went on,

 those times would come more often than in the beginning.

She thought back to those earlier times.

How could she have not noticed.

How could she have thought

they were just a one time thing.

Innocence and just plain couldn't believe it.

The fact that she didn't know him at all.

The fact that her heart was so broken

 that it had mended itself

with a fading scar.

Only now that scar had ripped.

 And her soul was leaking.

And, this time she can't make excuses.

She's out of them.

And, now she sits wondering

Where will she go

What will she do

Oh what the hell

What the hell

~ JC ~

I'm picking topics and writing about them.

This one was about a relationship

and seeing where the trouble

first showed up.

I bet you can't wait to see

what I'll write about next.

All ten of you or is there really three.