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I leave not out of hate. I journeyed from your daily life for change could never wait.</p><p id="fbab">An unknown future guide we follow. There has never been a set course. My comfort was delivered from innocent pride. It paved a road where depression would collide.</p><p id="18c6">I remember your broken tears of shock. Then you pulled away. A day I wished never to come. The day I walked away.</p><p id="3979">Your mother and I departed. I moved out of the home. I carry a memory with me. In the past, I trav

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eled alone.</p><p id="09f8">The grief our family suffers. A new chapter we now start. I dive into a lonely palace. Answering questions I had never thought.</p><p id="a6d9">We meet on certain days. I see you now with time. Our bond of love grows deeper. I hear your words mix with mine.</p><p id="6e13">I have died so many different ways. Separate was my sign. I notice you walk beside me now. Finally finding our spoken lines.</p><p id="b4c7"><a href="undefined">Christopher Madsen</a> ~2021</p></article></body>

An Unwanted Journey

The alchemy of grief in building a stronger relationship.

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I don’t depart from anger. I leave not out of hate. I journeyed from your daily life for change could never wait.

An unknown future guide we follow. There has never been a set course. My comfort was delivered from innocent pride. It paved a road where depression would collide.

I remember your broken tears of shock. Then you pulled away. A day I wished never to come. The day I walked away.

Your mother and I departed. I moved out of the home. I carry a memory with me. In the past, I traveled alone.

The grief our family suffers. A new chapter we now start. I dive into a lonely palace. Answering questions I had never thought.

We meet on certain days. I see you now with time. Our bond of love grows deeper. I hear your words mix with mine.

I have died so many different ways. Separate was my sign. I notice you walk beside me now. Finally finding our spoken lines.

Christopher Madsen ~2021

Poetry
Divorce
Grief
Relationships
Illumination
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