postage due

“Some people leave quietly. Others leave a silence that echoes for years.”
Unknown


i packed our memories
in a suitcase
stamped return to sender
but the postage was due
and no one would pay

so i carry you still
folded between my ribs
like a crumpled letter
that once said forever
but now only bleeds

you made everything
a little more beautiful
even the sadness
that wraps itself around my lungs
and wrings out the breath
before it reaches
my dreams

you stopped
the blood from reaching
hope
cut the hands off time
before it could
build something new

i stood up
and i fell again
face to ground
grit in my teeth
your regret wore a smile
your apologies wore none

“stop looking sorry,”
you said
as if i hadn’t been born
into the ache
you left behind

you called me
a schoolyard game
a phase
a flame
a thing that burns out
because it was never meant
to be kept

“you were fun for a day,”
you said
as if my body
was a toy
as if my heart
was made
for endings

but mercy
doesn’t play favorites
and age
doesn’t grant wisdom
only wrinkles

you’ll chase
a younger version
of what once was
and resent it
for not holding the same weight
then remember
not out of love
but out of ache
for something
you never truly held
but still
can’t seem
to release


8 responses to “postage due”

  1. love that wasn’t held still holds weight….beautifully written

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    1. Thanks Sia. I appreciate you stopping by and noticing.

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  2. you were fun for a day,”
    you said
    as if my body
    was a toy
    as if my heart
    was made
    for endings

    What seems to be the story every women has been told since the begining of time . Big hugs to you W🥺this was a brutal line. 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

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    1. Thanks JAM, its been unusually tough these last few weeks. Appreciate you.

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  3. We pay a heavy price for art indeed- I’ve started to wonder if it is even worth it.

    P.S.Discovered something remarkable (albeit strange) upon scrolling back to lines that haunted me- your verses here, read last to first, still make for wonderfully symmetrical perfection.

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    1. Thank you. Your words mean more than you know. The price of art is often steep, yes… sometimes it costs peace, sometimes clarity, and sometimes the very thing we’re trying to preserve. I ask myself that same question more than I’d like: *Is it worth it?*

      And what you noticed about reading it in reverse,that symmetry you found,that’s remarkable. I hadn’t seen it that way, but maybe that’s the strange alchemy of grief and art… it loops back on itself, always finding a way to haunt both directions

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    2. Upon second reading of your comment…the PS part I took it as positive, but wait..was it not? Did I plagiarize a fine piece of work you did, and It stuck in my head so much that I re-used it? Yikes!

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  4. What, no no, not at all! Thought never crossed my mind- even had to think about what piece you were talking about at first. But I’m deeply grateful if anything of mine inspired you.

    About that piece… Part fiction, part truth. The grief and love that runs through its veins as living as can be. Some people leave a silence that echoes for years, you wrote. Yeah, in poems. (Fun, huh? 😆)

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