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Ramblings unsaid

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Have you ever thought about how you will never be able to read every book ever written
nor see all of the stars in the sky?

Have you ever thought about how you will never know every poet that passes by on the street
nor know the number of lives you’ve touched?

I’ve been thinking about hot air balloons and the hidden meaning of dreams.

I’ve been thinking about why life drags on as if a wagon pulled by a small child.

There seems to be so much said in the silence, yet are we only hearing what we dread or assume to be true without giving space to that which can break the quiet?

Question.

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I have a question.
Well, many questions.

I’ve been wondering about them
for a while now.

What,
what if I don’t want to move on?

What if,
what if what I felt with you,
was all I ever needed —
will ever need?

What,
what if what I want is nothing
prior or future?

It scares me to write these thoughts down,
as if to put pen to paper,
or finger to key,
makes what is thought true.

But, is it true?
If I move on, will I sabotage
or break or hurt another’s heart
because mine is so broken?

They say moving on is part
of the healing process,
and though I’ve felt that before,
you seem different.

You,
as if those three letters
represent the whole
of what was us,
just two letters.

I don’t know where
I want to go with this,
or why I thought to write these
questions out for strangers to read,
but maybe,
maybe it’ll make sense one day.

Would.

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If I was to send you every poem I have ever written about you, would you read them?

All of my questions, musings, and feelings would be free for your interpretation.
Each word, each twinge of my heart, would be available for scrutiny.

Part of me thinks it would solve my dilemma — my dilemma being that this is harder than anticipated.
If only you knew, I’ve thought, then I’d have clarity, somehow.
Clarity on what? I’m not sure.

I don’t expect you to change your feelings, but if, for some reason, you felt the same,
maybe, maybe we could work something out.

This is a pipe-dream, I know. We split for reasons that don’t fall into the traditional categories.
We are an enigma.

But, I like the hypotheticals.
It’s ironic, I lean towards the warmth of imaginary situations and shiver in the present coldness.

One day, I’ll learn to create my own fire, but today, I sit within the flames built by dreams.