The red country hung before us.
Our life now a great adventure.
Your love was all I needed.
Your smile I planned to treasure.
Days crumbled, eyes tightened.
We were no longer tender.
The gulf began to widen.
I couldn’t stay.
Ten years in, I hoped you believed.
All of my love and my heart on this sleeve.
I cannot cry, I cannot lie. All I can do is die inside;
On the day that I had to go.
You told me to meet you.
Down by the Yarra river.
I wanted to keep us.
In my heart that had begun to quiver.
Life shifted, dreams folded.
My instincts ignored for worse or better.
We cried and imploded.
And then I left.
In all of my time, I barely ever touched what really was mine.
Life briefly showed me, everything that never really ever could be.
A cruel revealing, a maddening feeling of seeing all that would never last.
The joke from above, putting such beautiful future quickly in the past.
Havoc and Consequence 
Heart rending and beautiful in its tragedy.
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Thank you, sadly this one is biographical. But
glad you saw the magic in the tragic.
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I felt the Truth in it. Mark, your writing moves me.
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Hopefully to a nice place most of the time 🙂
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One big breath in wow!
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Thank you, hope you exhaled too. Glad you enjoyed this.
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Yes it was just powerful
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Thank you.
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Sometimes, we hold on, to what we had shared too hard, unwilling, unable, to admit that what we once had was, no more, we end up, trapping ourselves, and, we get, stuck…
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That can be true, easy to be trapped in the past. But then, the future is unwritten yet, and anything is possible still.
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