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[sid] => 35610
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => For Eric, part three
[time] => 2004-02-19 22:14:08
[hometext] => The third poem in the series, my goodbye to Eric.
[bodytext] => There is no freedom in love, I realize, pacing up my street, rain drops stinging my cheeks. How have I become so captive? And yet, like a bird, you are able to stretch your heavenly wings and take your leave of me. Where have you stolen this freedom? Is this liberty to ignore tears- soothe a broken heart with 'adieu' real, or illusion? Death I have come to embrace like a lover- in your impending abscence I have taken into my bed something dark and cold. Yes, I still have the petals from the roses you gave me. They are frozen in their perfection like memories, perhaps, or a photograph. If ever I have loved someone, it is you. If ever two hearts were one, they were ours. Yes, I still have mine- the matching sweaters we bought. It is my proud color, my blue- my cloak of night to veil my tear stained face. For which you will no longer be here to kiss. My quiet lover, my Raphael, my life, my breath- love, how you have left me. And I have realized, it is not rain but my own tears that sting And there is no freedom in love, only death. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Blu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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