Unrequited

Funny how memory differs…
My fears, closeted,
clouded the view…
Your oblivion smug…
there was potential there, I’m sure –
but sometimes love isn’t enough
expectations and insults
impenetrable dividers…

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “Unrequited”

  4. I quickly stopped dating a man once whose small insults veiled in humor were an indicator of things to come. But he had so many other things going for him! Yes, it had potential. If I’d been younger, would I have read the sign properly?

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