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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

She wrote about him all the time,
she never mentioned his name again,
she wrote about her love and her lust,
she wrote not taking any needed breaks.
She just wrote about her sadness,
about his absence and her bereavement,
she wrote to extract all from memories,
to erase him from her suffering mind,
she wrote to welcome solitude at last.
Still, it was no use, her memory revived him,
her time with him became stronger,
he was somehow engraved in her mind,
while every cell in her yearning body,
doggedly craved their reunion with his,
under old bridges of stone over dark rivers,
on long trodden steps under forgotten portals...

Submitted: March 12, 2020

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The piece is underscoring an irony. Writing about an old lover was intended to bolster resolve over his departure, to calm the storm in the soul. Paradoxically, it only fueled the fire further, incensed the nerves with that familiar pain, made recollections clearer, the need for him stronger, the ache more intense than ever...

Sat, March 14th, 2020 3:29am


That`s it! Sometimes, the more we fight something the worse it becomes...
Thanks for your review, dearest Kitten! Love, Lizzie.

Fri, March 13th, 2020 11:37pm

Amy F. Turner

Writing can be a release from the pressures of absence but may more keenly indulge in the fragments of longing and fester the wound that otherwise might be mending. No escape... what a beautiful loop.

Sun, March 15th, 2020 3:53am


Exactly, dearest Amy! Thanks for your words! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, March 15th, 2020 9:04am

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