In Distances Reminiscing

Use to being lonely.
Getting use to being the only one,
One thinks about not having someone...
To think about,
That's special!

Use to being independent!
A feeling one attempts to overcome,
To show a growing stirring,
Some of an emotional dependency
Wish to awaken from...
With needs fed and touched!
By that someone 'special'
Desired as such by 'that' one very much.

Use to being lonely.
Getting use to being the only one,
One thinks about not having someone...
To think about,
That's special...
And unlike anyone!

To be thought of that way,
Would make the days...
Anticipate nights.
By one spent wishing...
To be embraced and kissing,
That someone who will unwind one heart...
From so many that are missing.
Pieces left broken and torn apart...
Hoping a knock on a door will spark,
In distances reminiscing.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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'Bits and pieces of my heart wandering to and fro....I ask, which way am I to Go? ' one can run and run wanting nothing other, they think, than to be alone, all on their own, to be free all the while not knowing that they're running from 'Themselves' if truth be told....we make choices, some good, some not so good....in the end we may be like 'Humpty Dumpty' and need to have all the pieces of us that are scattered all over the place, all over the world...put back together again. These are some thoughts I had while reading 'Distances Reminiscing.' Do we ever really let go of what we ran from? ? ? ~~~~~~~~marci.xo [this is a keeper.this poem of deep emotion that you've shared with us. merci b...]