Truth to All Those Yesterdays

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urning fervor. And you will forget I was once your husband, my name will fade from your mind romance etched from your heart’s tablets and my smell, from your bed sheets and pillows when you replace that ring, with another infinity. For this is what weaves my nightmares and why insomnia sings to me because when I close my eyes I don’t forget, that day you left the fiddles cried as Rome burned and volcanoes covered the past in the ash of earth. I remember, watching your car drive into dusk, I was not sad nor hurt But I knew I was facing my coffin Because all the light was gone and I was stuck adrift in the vacuum of space, gasping at air that wasn’t there heading towards my self-made singularity, where warmth would never return. People don’t see this sadness I try to transform, and the battle I’m losing every night. They don’t see that memory replaying in my tired mind, dreamscapes wr

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ought with monsters and morning shadows as I ran along that road knowing I would never catch you, knowing my only chance at redemption is not just to forgive But hopefully to one day also, forget.</p><p id="bfcd">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="d098">If you enjoyed this story, you might also like to read:</p><div id="d179" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/purple-sunsets-4f593de98b09"> <div> <div> <h2>Purple Sunsets</h2> <div><h3>A poem about the art of waiting and hoping</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*A4NOGR1e9zO3VzrU)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about facing the past

There are no do-overs just lessons learned and healing wounds — opportunities in disguise, truth within elongated nights. To heal not with time but within forgetfulness perhaps that is the real tragedy of life the ones that draw most tears and pain that eventually you will forget my face our inside jokes and laughs moments gifted within tomorrow’s lapse, into kindness sought in crow’s feet wrinkles in eyes alight with a burning fervor. And you will forget I was once your husband, my name will fade from your mind romance etched from your heart’s tablets and my smell, from your bed sheets and pillows when you replace that ring, with another infinity. For this is what weaves my nightmares and why insomnia sings to me because when I close my eyes I don’t forget, that day you left the fiddles cried as Rome burned and volcanoes covered the past in the ash of earth. I remember, watching your car drive into dusk, I was not sad nor hurt But I knew I was facing my coffin Because all the light was gone and I was stuck adrift in the vacuum of space, gasping at air that wasn’t there heading towards my self-made singularity, where warmth would never return. People don’t see this sadness I try to transform, and the battle I’m losing every night. They don’t see that memory replaying in my tired mind, dreamscapes wrought with monsters and morning shadows as I ran along that road knowing I would never catch you, knowing my only chance at redemption is not just to forgive But hopefully to one day also, forget.

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