Hang on to this,
let go,
hang on to this,
let it go,
oh my, hang on to
this,
I cannot breathe
‘he won’t let me go’
(hang onto her)
his last breath.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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Tag: letting go
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Love
Posted at 8:37 am , on May 24, 2020
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How to Let Go
Posted at 11:41 pm , on May 18, 2020
Diminish
persuade the mind
imagine otherwise
cease any recall
of soft chatter
silent eyes would seek hers
allow his every word
burn through your soul
rather he might
feel love resonate
did he
once before
confusion
©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020
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Losing Words
Posted at 11:38 pm , on April 17, 2020
I don’t know how to fill this space,
a deep and sometimes sullen chasm
of bittersweet memory,
sorted reflection,
an ability to pass our lives as if nothing ever really mattered,
today,
it’s like shaving my head,
wearing a toupee.
There’s nothing realistic in burying my feelings,
never had that ability,
always wished,
yet only tears would or could or did
define my emotion.
I’m telling a story with words,
though I cannot seem to come to grips
in their meaning,
the impact they a phrase might have on me,
and yet,
every thought I can put into a free verse,
is meant for her eyes,
hers only,
and when I do let go and let my words run,
I fear,
what happens every time.
I lose you,
I lose myself struggling to ‘be’ again.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
‘the ‘b’ series
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That Day I Fell In Love
Posted at 5:45 pm , on December 8, 2019
I think it was,
really I do,
I go back and forth
only between me and you,
yet, I cannot,
for the life of me,
this travesty
explain away,
a broken heart,
an unrealized life
moment.
The foggy window,
stating words
as the cold air
was left outside,
and the expression,
her look
such confusion,
an indignity
to the beauty of her soul,
that which I had,
well, I began,
I mean, this night,
was about,
I wanted to,
just say it.
I stood alone,
watched her drive away,
‘is this all there is’
‘is
this
all
there
is’
couldn’t get past
that phrase,
such is a hurtful declaration
when one knows
nothing
about the other
in a moment,
in just one brief
moment.
I watched her
drive away,
and then it began,
my pain, our pain,
our, my, we both
found a need to
go away.
Yet I never
stopped
imagining,
I never began
a newer life,
I never believed I would go through life,
in a panic,
when the thought of losing her
twice –
I lost you once,
now,
I’ve begun to cry,
for the second time
it seems,
when in the moment,
when recalling a dream
seems
so incredibly wrong.
I know I have begun
this
before today.
I know I have begun this, again,
today.
I know I can only feel this
one way.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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On Letting Go
Posted at 8:31 am , on August 22, 2019
Denial
of this need
a changing wind
only a breeze on a summer day
nothing prophetic
no premonition
unless we choose,
choices,
scenarios designed
move forward
forget the moment
we cannot seriously pretend away …
Acceptance
with regard
a sweet symbolic
gesture of faith
’don’t leave me’
please
know the truth,
that life
mine alone I suppose
might cease,
not entirely,
partially,
lose its desire
passion to thrive.
Without letting
lives disappear
there stands in
beauty, grace, that is elegance
that is you
is love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Good Night Sweet Muse
Posted at 12:00 am , on April 6, 2019
I will be awake to catch your tears,
will speak to your silence
in the quiet of a storm an eye
will be awake
only to watch your soft breath
a serene glance
into the beauty of woman
the elegance of her,
the delight of your smile,
the roll back of your eyes
the surreal nature of the wonder
your being places upon my life.
I will, I would, I can begin to let you
pause
I would, I will, I want to begin to say
pause
I want to let you go, I would …
I will
not.
My apology is in the passion of my words
trying desperate measures
to define just why
I could not possibly ever believe
my love for you might ever
(nigh).
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Waking Angry
Posted at 10:11 pm , on April 3, 2019
It is not him,
not the man he wants
her to ever see
ever believe,
no fuel to the fire,
his is a quiet facade,
a travesty, a fraud.
Oh, there was that time
she believed him,
believed in some fantasy,
a place where she
could land her passions,
never to be turned away,
his love and desire
an eternal flame.
Exposed, his world
is a scramble of deceit
inside the macabre of
mistaken identity,
once a ponder
now a trite bother
only he might
recognize an expectation
will destroy everything
ahead of his life.
He wants to love,
he wishes only her eyes,
her smile, the sweet beauty
her elegance,
her, her, her
everlasting
sensual mystique …
anger subsides again,
while now he will cry.
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