That’s why it feels like a story, like a slice of someone else’s life
I know the pain is there because I can only read so much
Of the long ago journal before having to close the well-worn cover
It’s a story that is buried so deep
That it feels like I’m reading a novel or a bio of another’s life
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Young, intense, competitive love
Forming each of us into adulthood
Soul click
Heart break- no…..
heart-shredding
Living a façade for the masses
Led to an end to us as you left for self-discovery
Escaping the conservative confines of our city
Searching for a progressive place that would allow you
To explore the stirrings in your own soul
A chance to answer the question that had been pulling at you
Like demons in the night
Buried pain, picking up the shattered pieces
Wondering if I could go on without you
Intelligent, Motivated, Driven,
Intensely Competitive, Sophisticated, Narcissistic-
You were my male twin and even our hearts beat in sync
Later, as with all deep heart-wrenching pain,
I went on with my life
Using yours as the yard stick
by which all future relationships were measured
Years rolled by and became decades
I found you once again within the pages of
A college photo album
Pictures curling as the adhesive aged
Hand-in-hand together at Coney’s Moonlight Gardens,
Nominated for Homecoming King & Queen
An irony like no other….
Searched for you online only to be met with resounding silence
You were nowhere to be found
And I feared that you no longer walked the earth
How unbelievable when the universe shifted recently and a
Tear in the cosmos allowed me to find you again
So many years have passed, yet it feels like yesterday
Only different…..
“What an unexpected gift and blessing from the universe….remember, after all these years, we have plenty of time! Love ya, Michelle.” ~Todd
And yes, Todd. Time is the one thing we do have……
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2011
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