i can feel us drift from the magic
our love becoming a relic
the stars once brilliant,
are now dim
the water we swim in
becoming bloody inky
the beast boils within
a demise beginning
it tracks as the light of love extinguishes
no more words will change the truth
no longer the hunter of the exquisite
i confess disillusionment
for this holy union
as i hear the echo of desires long gone
flames wishing to re-ignite
yet dampened by the inability to catch on a spark
a reality experienced by so many of us
over and over
until we just can’t anymore


“no longer the hunter of the exquisite
i confess disillusionment
for this holy union”
A well-expressed disappointment in love. So common.
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<3 Thank you kindly, Sara! Way too common. I agree.
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Susi, this captures a haunting emotional journey of the slow decay of love and hope 💞
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Thank you, AJ! <3
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Thank you, Diana!
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❤️
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A very moving poem Susi. Excellent use of all the words
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<3 Thank you, Sadje! Appreciate that!
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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Unfortunately, this happens too frequently. Poignant, and well done, Susi!
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So true. <3 Thank you so much, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Susi! 💗
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Disillusionment of a holy union is spot on.
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<3 Thank you, Cathy!
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Fun use of the words.
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lol Well, I don’t know if I would call it fun. ;) But thanks, Pat!
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