The Perfect Agony

The Perfect Agony

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This is how beautiful it is to hurt.

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So much of what I use to have of you 
was lost in the transition from togetherness 
to singularity. 

To stave off the agony 
I threw out your letters, 
and I burned the photos of you and I. 

But one thing I cannot change, I cannot hide from, I cannot burn
are the memories of the moments we use to share.

 And with every memory I’ve kept of you
 is a quiet pain that remains 
untainted; 
beyond time’s measure.

© 2011


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