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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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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It’s well known that he who returns never left…
(an excerpt from the Pablo Neruda poem Goodbyes)
After 37 days of self-imposed exile, I sit down at my desk in the day’s fading light to write these few lines,
taking pleasure in knowing that my quiet return has not disturbed your slumber.
I’ve been drifting on a river full of memories and dreams while casting off regrets and wonder,
If my absence went unnoticed, why is it that I care?
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THERESA MAE FUNK 