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September 9, 2015 · 10:40 pm

20 years later…

My heart still searches.

Nothing I write comes out right,

When I try writing about you.

You are my biggest secret, its true.

I locked you away, guarded by a knight.

My heart still searches.

I pretend memories don’t exist.

Left in the desert of my mind.

I think its easier to be blind.

It’s not safe, even for a quick tryst.

My heart still searches.

It took me 15 years to hear a story.

Knowing nothing about you was safer.

Using the future as an eraser.

You deserved more, deserved glory.

My heart still searches.

For I remember all that is possible.

The moments right before I was told,

Your watch on mom’s arm, old & gold,

Kneeling by the casket, the impossible.

My heart still searches.

You’re the secret I hold dear, for fear,

If I say too much, I won’t be able to recall,

That I’m the girl that jumped at your call,

From the swing, to greet you with cheer.

My heart still searches for your voice in my ear.

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May 28, 2013 · 11:10 pm

The Phone Call

We sat around the dinner table.
Plates already pushed back.
Empty except for the remnants of peas,
That had successfully evaded the forks,
That were laid defeated across the plates.
Different stories being told across the table.
Bursts of laughter for no reason at all.
Everyone content with where they are.
Almost too good to be true,
And it was.
Through the laughs and murmurs of talking
A phone rings
Nothing to be concerned about
Until they looked at the caller ID
Someone said “Its Ireland.”
Everyone mentally does the calculation.
2 AM
Silence falls upon the table.
No one speaking the words that can’t be ignored
They answer the phone.
Short answers given
No one is breathing.
They put down the phone.
“It’s over.”
Eyes close.
The rest of the night forgotten,
Oh how things can change. 

~HonestLynne

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May 30, 2012 · 1:08 am

Just a girl

I still can’t say your name,

Look at your picture or touch your things.

There is a pain in my heart

That makes it hard to breathe.

 

I try to remember what you were like,

The sound of your voice or the way that you laughed.

But in the end my head is empty

With nothing but a distant memory.

 

Memories are what hold people together

But for you and me that won’t be seen.

For you and I could be strangers in a crowd

Too much time past for us to recognize.

 

So I can only live on people’s stories

But even that was 15 years of avoiding

For seeing your life through other’s eyes

Only left me aching.

 

Hearing how we are alike,

That I have your nose, smile and laugh.

Only makes the thought of you

Even more heartbreaking.

 

For at the age of 6,

I was Daddy’s Girl.

For at the age of 7,

I was just a girl.

By: HonestLynne

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