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- Hello
  
  Posted at 11:06 pm by a quiet man, on January 12, 2021
  A place we knew
  
  I go there sometimes
  
  when I am in the neighborhood,
  
  I will look for you
  
  imagine your energy
  
  if only we might know.
  
  Tonight the parking lot
  
  was empty.
  
  I thought of all those nights
  
  wanting the real
  
  please, to overshadow
  
  the loss of you.
  
  I can’t find you
  
  when nearby we wander
  
  I wonder how close
  
  given I rarely go there.
  
  I took my skis
  
  found another park
  
  one of our reserves
  
  and left with trials of solemnity.
  
  I wonder about you
  
  often when I take a breathe
  
  when hear tonight
  
  I write you a hello.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 1/2021
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- Once Under a Shadow
  
  Posted at 10:45 pm by a quiet man, on January 4, 2021
  We did, were, no longer do
  
  feel the damp morning dew
  
  that soft would tickle our eyes
  
  miles away a shadow secure.
  
  We could within time see a future
  
  where fear might intercede
  
  rather precarious
  
  when caught, no bound
  
  within this a precious
  
  phenomena our love.
  
  We chose to break each other
  
  our heart and soul
  
  sweet separation.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 1/2021
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- Carry This Pain
  
  Posted at 1:24 am by a quiet man, on December 31, 2020
  Long before anyone showed up to wonder,
  
  the sole proprietor of worry, a concern
  
  an internal battle whereby no one need care
  
  except the him, her, the people that do
  
  no longer care about society and its worthy
  
  component of judgment, shame and guilt.
  
  ~
  
  Oh to lose ourselves in the news of the world,
  
  to let go of personal aggravations and blame
  
  it all upon a world away from our own,
  
  yet right here in my backyard I watched a fight
  
  break out between two states of mind,
  
  one struggling to survive,
  
  and the other wishing only to conquer
  
  the reality of a life lived in peace.
  
  ~
  
  I watched the day drift by today, like sheets of rain,
  
  weeping through the avenue painting the street.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- Pictures of Sanity
  
  Posted at 2:02 pm by a quiet man, on December 29, 2020
  To the untrained eyes,
  
  the look is wonderful, filled with smiles
  
  or perhaps there is that serious pose,
  
  instilled by the photographer
  
  gives a certain panache to the identity.
  
  ~
  
  Hers always a puzzle for me
  
  yet drew my eyes in a smile,
  
  in the heartbreak of loneliness that an expression
  
  might cry out – when one time I could reach
  
  and then later destroy.
  
  ~
  
  Always been a sensitive soul
  
  so I was told,
  
  and grew to know
  
  though not really something I might favor
  
  and forever forgive its appeal.
  
  ~
  
  I’ve hurt you I know
  
  without restraint, no process
  
  only a reactive woe that mattered only to me,
  
  to shed light, later too late
  
  for the cycle of our lives
  
  to retrace and find some moral compass
  
  we might hold on to
  
  we might find solace
  
  we might surely understand the truth.
  
  ~
  
  Left now only with pictures we can re-imagine
  
  or shelve as a memory framed upon a matting of denial.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- Difficult to Believe
  
  Posted at 4:47 pm by a quiet man, on December 24, 2020
  There is now and the when
  
  we reach out and feel a cold wind,
  
  and yet a warmth exists,
  
  having known once before I did.
  
  ~
  
  She took my heart and wrapped it in a naked palm
  
  setting it down where I will never know,
  
  though I will look in familiar ponds
  
  see it floating before my eyes, a certain grace.
  
  ~
  
  Oh she did teach me a beauty in passion,
  
  where I was lost she would help me find
  
  some natural course of life less defined
  
  and in that brief moment of silence
  
  ~
  
  I walked today to a familiar setting in wood
  
  searching over and over again as one would.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/24/2020
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- Putting Up Fronts
  
  Posted at 4:26 pm by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020
  So many times I would travel this road
  
  it would be daylight
  
  sunrise, returning in a setting sun.
  
  I wonder sometimes how long it was
  
  I would remain alone
  
  inside a fantasy of love
  
  We talked so often of love
  
  somehow confused our lives with sex,
  
  sex and love,
  
  love and sex.
  
  I suppose I’ll never know
  
  which one you might have handed to me,
  
  which
  
  you believe belonged to you.
  
  All I can do is visualize those moments
  
  when together we might share eyes,
  
  do you remember
  
  that was all we needed.
  
  I’m here right now
  
  needing you
  
  in a manner you once told me
  
  I was needed,
  
  I have tears of confusion
  
  all I will ever have.
  
  There will forever be this love
  
  rare possibility of ever going away
  
  eternal heart and soul
  
  will always dream eyes.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- Screaming My Name
  
  Posted at 1:22 am by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020
  I want to hear it, just one time, I know who I am.
  
  It is clear in my mind I will run toward the sound
  
  I just wish somehow you might know
  
  there is sometimes no other place I may go.
  
  If she yelled, a scream of frustration, well then
  
  at least I would, I would at least hear my name
  
  and for just that moment know I do exist.
  
  People around me are starting to die,
  
  and I haven’t any way of understanding completely why
  
  beyond the natural course of our lives.
  
  ~
  
  I remember one time when that afternoon in the rain,
  
  I always refer to the tarp come crashing off the rafters
  
  startling us both, laughing, calling it some sort of omen,
  
  we walked away holding hands and smiling
  
  feeling the positivity of that moment.
  
  ~
  
  Oh to have that rain again,
  
  to hear my name from her lips,
  
  to say I am the person she thought I was that day
  
  not this shell of a man without confidence in
  
  any way.
  
  ~
  
  I would like if you might scream my name, once.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- A Hoot Owl Sings
  
  Posted at 9:15 pm by a quiet man, on December 15, 2020
  I remember when she would tell me
  
  I could hear the hoot owl,
  
  Often I might suggest I did as well,
  
  though I could never recall exactly so.
  
  Tonight I heard a hoot owl screech
  
  and then a hoot, a series of hoot, hoot
  
  there I was standing in nature,
  
  hearing once nearby,
  
  again in a distance,
  
  listening I could sense an echo
  
  only leaving my tears.
  
  There was one time ago
  
  when her words would sear my heart,
  
  she would tell me about all
  
  the natural sounds she knew so well.
  
  Teaching me how to appreciate nature
  
  my soul would soften with sweet imagery,
  
  the hoot of an owl, certain calls of a warbler,
  
  the annual growth of moss on a tree
  
  during one of many walks
  
  in the day, in the night, an afternoon
  
  anywhere could become our favorite way.
  
  I heard the hoot of an owl tonight,
  
  I thought of you, I shed a familiar tear.
  
  © Scott F Savage 12/2020
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- Coffee and Sunlight
  
  Posted at 10:51 am by a quiet man, on November 21, 2020
  Which is it came first
  
  said the man,
  
  staring out a window
  
  a lovely autumn sunlight
  
  could give anyone
  
  the hope of another day,
  
  to leave behind such is our anxiety
  
  tends to sway,
  
  state of mind.
  
  We might at first
  
  wish for someone we might know
  
  we did know
  
  we had moments where both
  
  the two of us
  
  intertwined with the heat of our skin
  
  driving us further
  
  only wanted,
  
  desired,
  
  a path
  
  a sweet sensuous song
  
  would envelop
  
  such is the passion,
  
  finding center.
  
  © Scott F Savage 11/2020
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- For This Tear
  
  Posted at 9:46 pm by a quiet man, on November 18, 2020
  Would speak to every sunrise
  
  that eyes dream bluer skies
  
  feel wonder in the morning light
  
  that once ago our hearts did, might
  
  recall the beauty of an eye in tear
  
  would that our passion live near.
  
  ~
  
  In morning, when first glance
  
  there is memory follows by chance
  
  we designed our hearts with love
  
  in eyes lined in song a sweet dove
  
  in harmony has found perch nearby
  
  to let me feel a passionate sky.
  
  ~
  
  Oh to know only why is once a cry
  
  eternally a solace will my body sigh
  
  walk now, remedy a lonely reminder
  
  in every morning blue tears are sure
  
  I will in melody speak truth may let
  
  ours a memory weep silent sunset
  
  ˙© Scott F Savage 11/2020
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apersonaljourney – stories of love

Tag: Zelda

Hello

Posted at 11:06 pm by a quiet man, on January 12, 2021

Once Under a Shadow

Posted at 10:45 pm by a quiet man, on January 4, 2021

Carry This Pain

Posted at 1:24 am by a quiet man, on December 31, 2020

Pictures of Sanity

Posted at 2:02 pm by a quiet man, on December 29, 2020

Difficult to Believe

Posted at 4:47 pm by a quiet man, on December 24, 2020

Putting Up Fronts

Posted at 4:26 pm by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020

Screaming My Name

Posted at 1:22 am by a quiet man, on December 18, 2020

A Hoot Owl Sings

Posted at 9:15 pm by a quiet man, on December 15, 2020

Coffee and Sunlight

Posted at 10:51 am by a quiet man, on November 21, 2020

For This Tear

Posted at 9:46 pm by a quiet man, on November 18, 2020

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