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- Quiet Memory
  
  Posted at 12:27 pm by a quiet man, on January 24, 2023
  I think about you,
  
  as the skies begin their blue
  
  a sunlight
  
  reminds me of another time,
  
  when in hand we could laugh
  
  when in arms we could love.
  
  I remember the quiet afternoons,
  
  spending days in each other’s eyes
  
  always wondering when this would be our end,
  
  when the world we lived in suddenly turned into
  
  a memory of reality.
  
  Fantasy gone,
  
  suddenly our lives returned,
  
  we couldn’t live the same
  
  though we oh so tried,
  
  for weeks afterward
  
  searching again,
  
  lost in the fog of no longer knowing
  
  how love could be so evasive.
  
  I wonder now today,
  
  if you might have a thought
  
  if the music is the same
  
  if the fantasy, I mean
  
  if the dance still as sweet.
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- For This Will
  
  Posted at 9:50 pm by a quiet man, on October 10, 2020
  For while this time seeks resolution
  
  no matter will give as solution
  
  to the burden of a soul is still
  
  when lost inside a lover has will
  
  to carry on, certain to let go,
  
  though the heart pretend to show
  
  some rocky crag of cast away
  
  such would be surreal in a way
  
  knowing love in amorous employ
  
  did always, may always, will a joy
  
  remember she did sweet smile amuse
  
  his silence internalized yearn her muse.
  
  © Scott F Savage 10/2020
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- Untitled
  
  Posted at 11:56 am by a quiet man, on March 29, 2020
  I woke this morning watching the rain continue to fall,
  
  brought to my memory every moment with you I recall
  
  a soft touch, eyebrows and a smile
  
  I could go on forever in a while
  
  laying in bed I tried to piece together some motivation,
  
  looking for you in the rain clouds soft is my vision,
  
  of your sweet response to knowing love
  
  of knowing everything we shelter is above.
  
  My heart, your soul, our spiritual mecca we would show
  
  the world around us that one time we wanted them to know,
  
  then lives change,
  
  we simply rearrange
  
  what it is we once swore to each other in eyes,
  
  we would always know our love to be wise.
  
  Yet today I watch the rains like any other day,
  
  though I do rely upon that moment the only way,
  
  to keep you in my heart, never go away,
  
  no matter the distance my heart strings do you play.
  
  I do, I will, I always have held favor with our beauty,
  
  the inner soul of a splendid afternoon serenity,
  
  that peace, such solace to feel you in my arms,
  
  to know there would be never an inkling of harms,
  
  when we could love one another
  
  without shame, simply the wonder is all.
  
  © Scott F Savage 3/2020
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- The Looming
  
  Posted at 1:56 am by a quiet man, on October 31, 2019
  Night sky
  twilight in our head.
  This actuality
  whereby heart and soul,
  mind and body,
  universal pedagogy,
  turns upon the
  haunting nature
  that is a sweet
  blood-letting, creation
  by virtue of an imagination
  wreaks reality upon
  a sedentary fantasy
  
  Halloween-esque poetry
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 2019
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- When Words No Longer Matter
  
  Posted at 10:22 am by a quiet man, on September 27, 2019
  I use this page to collect my thoughts. Funny though, I have a wonderful readership, leaves me pleased and genuinely grateful. I write a lot of poetry here, sort of stream of consciousness. The active reader would know readily that the majority of words are meant for one set of eyes. The benefit of an increasing readership is appreciated as I decide whether I might continue to pursue this writing gig.
  
  I recently experienced an epiphany of sorts. I’ve been involved in circles in life that have talked of epiphanies as I would a new brand of ice cream in the freezer, nothing of any serious note I could actually wrap my head around. But of late, after experiencing a medical procedure I came to terms with how precious life is, and how important it is that we do go after that which brings us happiness. It seems though I cannot do this alone.
  
  I choose to write my thoughts in here. What happens though is that my greatest fear is I give indication of my own vulnerability to a world that has seemingly darkened every passage I have towards their own heart and soul. I become hesitant, second-guessing, wondering if silence would be more beneficial in the scheme of things. Then I fear that the quiet would only assure a further distance, and I become anxious, lost, and I suppose a depression might settle in. Its funny because just last week, someone asked about my state of mind, and I suggested to them I feel better than I have in quite some time. It was the truth, there were no obstacles in my way. And then it happened.
  
  Today, I struggle. I seek the ability to be silent but I cannot stop my words, the only outlet I have is the compassion and nearby memory of love. The actuality of being in someone’s arms rather than imagining or fantasizing is a powerful drug, one I would cater to taking once a day for the rest of my life if it might insure a consistency with my soul, my heart, and what I feel for that set of eyes, whose glance I do so yearn.
  
  So why the matter of words. Because even this short essay is a pouring out of my truth, a simple gesture on my part, though sometimes more powerful than I would like it to be. It is me telling the world, expressing to one, my feelings, my fear, my anxiety, while I have nowhere to reflect upon the same, only the hope that my strength might perhaps credit some response. In the meantime, I have to seek whatever I can in a distant reveal.
  
  See this is me here again, my words are meant to be heard and listened to yet, as much as I will express my innermost feelings, there is a part of me that believes for now, it is far too honest, far too self-effacing, rather than showing confidence in the strength of silence.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- Songs Telling Stories
  
  Posted at 2:26 pm by a quiet man, on August 14, 2019
  Oh to have such lovely lyrics
  
  as those might I gently tell you
  
  how wonderful it is
  
  to know you, feel and love you.
  
  Oh to know that certain melody
  
  may touch my heart, feel your soul
  
  when love is our simple truth
  
  we live, we breathe, stay alive.
  
  For us this is a sweet harmony
  
  a favorite compact disc, a radio,
  
  sleek in radiance an old vinyl
  
  when the needle drops for you.
  
  Oh to share such is wondrous emotion
  
  splendid passion forever, you and me.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- “Run. Go ahead, run away.”
  
  Posted at 11:07 pm by a quiet man, on July 7, 2019
  People are beautiful
  
  don’t ever forget that
  
  when emotions scream
  
  we wonder often
  
  too often
  
  wander away from instinct
  
  go with the scissors
  
  that cut through the heart,
  
  revealing
  
  only an albatross,
  
  a facade
  
  that place we never
  
  meant to look.
  
  Instead,
  
  if we wait,
  
  take a pause
  
  look at life on the other side,
  
  could we understand
  
  or might we always
  
  regret,
  
  might always
  
  second guess
  
  that love
  
  holds an eternal flame
  
  no matter
  
  the changing winds.
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- To Where I Go
  
  Posted at 4:21 pm by a quiet man, on February 15, 2019
  I remember a time when words would reach and respond, a time of sweet expression. I remember there was no effort in being blessed with a reach, a selective hello, a wonder of a passionate plea. I could become anything I wanted to be, and still an acceptance always occurred, a sort of light that would lead me to new places, newer imagined horizons, a peaceful sojourn shared with that certainty of love.
  
  I come here now because there is an energy, a reminder, some sweet redemption for the pain that has drawn our hearts to distant paths, perhaps no longer walking in a similar direction, but I always try hard to let my evaluation of this time fade away so hope and desire might always remain.
  
  I hold on to love as it is all I may ever have, it gives me strength and helps me realize that it did once exist, and no matter such societal expectations that drove a stake in between our lives, I’ll always know there was a time …
  
  I sit inside a dream, a wonderment that lets me breathe rather than swallow me into becoming nothing at all with my world, my imagination, my creative soul. I know that time and life offer only a partial glimpse into what our lives may become, we have to live out the rest. There have been recent days when I no longer felt I had the same resilience for continuing forward I once had, but my strength is returning.
  
  Inside that transformation contains a stolen heart waiting to be found … someday.
  
  Until then, I drink my coffee, knowing whom it is I care and hold close to my sweet rendering of memory; she is a muse, yet un-mistakenly real, her mystique always with me.
  
  Always here …
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- Two Letters
  
  Posted at 5:04 pm by a quiet man, on February 13, 2019
  I have two letters I want to write tonight. One is for the morning, and the other for another day. I don’t want them both to represent the same because they will be when finished completely different. However, they will say, both, the same thing. It is just naturally up to the reader to determine intent or reason, I suppose.
  
  Tomorrow is a token day, Valentine’s Day. Some people go off the charts with their celebration, and for some, it is simply a day of the week. For others it is more difficult day, especially those that are struggling with the reality of being alone on such an over-celebrated day.
  
  For many years, my significant other and I have gone out to dinner, posted the event on Facebook, or social media, and applauded the seeming passion of our relationship. Today, as I write this, I know we are both not feeling this, and though there is some apparent sadness, there is also security. We are good friends and we care about each other enough to want one another’s happiness. At least that is our conveyance.
  
  Yet tonight I struggle because my affections are in a different place. They are a memory, a nostalgic recall of grace and beauty that in the truth of a mystique, do center squarely upon the love of my, shall we call in order to secure preservation, my muse. I’ve had many muses over a lifetime, as I have indicated in many previous writings, but today I stand alone and I imagine one person who does hold my heart.
  
  This reality in my life gives me pause, and allows me to second guess the real purpose of sending these letters at all. I do have a genuine motive by all accounts; however, there are feelings attached to everything I do, and right now those feelings are more separated from my heart than I have perhaps ever experienced in my life.
  
  So I will write my two letters, and they will both contain the romantic musings they are meant to convey, yet, my heart will feel a certain detachment, that as I close this passage wonder what its purpose really is in my life today. Is detachment meant to engage more meaning or less. I will go with the former, as I have all my life, the romantic, the part of me that allows pain to be a certain factor in giving me strength inside the wonder of whatever faith it is I seem to cling upon.
  
  I have two letters, I need to write them both.
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