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Old 04-16-2010, 04:04 PM
EugenePoet EugenePoet is offline
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Loss. There's a great poem* by Charles Bukowski in which he mourns a lost lover. Not all of it fits this situation, but to my mind some of it does:

is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

I think GS is right: sometime a dream is not possible to achieve. And although we have to let go some part of us will remember the dream, and sometimes we will feel it bitterly. Sometimes we will kneel in the night before those tigers of regret, those tigers of loss.

SC said that time heals all wounds, and there's truth to that. If something can't be, then moving on and looking for something that can be is a solution, isn't it? Take care, grieve as you must, and have hope for the future!


*The poem is "For Jane" and is online here.
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