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"If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally Universal.
Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange
kind of pleasure?
I'm sure the psychologists have an answer to that question. And I'm just as sure it's a different answer than a poet would
give.
Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in
the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of
these poignantly sad poems are about- sharing." -Ron Carnell
LONELY
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By The Clueless Quail
I dream of the times
When I held him in my arms,
And the whole world seemed to stand still.
I long for the days
When I looked in his eyes,
And with tears my eyes start to fill.
My life feels so empty
Without him at times
When the loneliness turns to an ache.
And I'm left wond'ring why,
Of everyone in this world,
he chose MY heart to break.
I held on too tight.
I loved him too much.
I let myself fall much too soon.
I'm glad that he's free,
And I know that he's right,
But my heart beats a different tune.
Now he has moved on
And of me rarely thinks.
he never loved me anyway.
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To Watch You Leaving
by Jocelyn Galvano-Pickett
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come
to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small
pieces of my past.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you
will not.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone
and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days.
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