Charmed Chaos
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That Last Fateful Day
What was it you said that last fateful day?
I remember my tears,
I know the pain
(it lives inside me)
I saw the deed done, but I can’t quite
(etched on my heart)
remember the words
(were there words?)
as I try to fill the empty
spaces you left in your haste to run.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Charmed Chaos 
A poem about devastating sorrow. Such an empty space that could not be filled.
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Thank you Toni.
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A memory held in the body, details lost but the impact persisting, yes, I know what this feels like
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Ah, yes. Thank you Marian.
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“In your haste to run” is the line that got me. I am picturing a person or animal that can’t run because their body will no longer let them, and so that is the reason for the haste to be whole and vital again. But they take our hearts with them when they go, don’t they?
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Yes, they do. Thank you Shay.
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So much is said between the lines of all discourse. How well you presented that here, Linda.
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Thank you Kerry.
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I love how the words are there without you remembering them
I imagine what you would see are only the scars that they left.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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A stunning poem of two voices coming from the same person.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!❤️
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