When I go away from you, I leave you wholeheartedly and without reserve.
If we are destined to endure each other,
Distance will be required from time to time.
When I go away from you, know that it is for our own good.
Speaking my truth to deafened ears serves neither of us,
And trying only deepens a silenced wound.
When I go away from you, I will return to remind you
Of how dearly you are loved,
Just before I say farewell.
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The days between rain and intermittent deluges are increasing in duration.
My garden is thirsty, the palette is dry.
I cried you a river filled with sorrows, and was healed by the joyful release.
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A modified Rinne Allen photograph from Page 50 of Hugh Acheson’s book titled The Broad Fork.
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While you were away, I struggled with my power and created dances for mad girls
singing love songs of despair.
Pablo Neruda would have been proud of my endeavor.
I have no photographic image to show you the grace with which I moved,
only nine words of encouragement that I utter upon awakening from the dream:
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Sweet and delicate, Poppy,
I can’t find the words to tell you what you already know.
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