CURDLED LOVE

memories

I listened to the footsteps

that echoed behind.

Don’t look back

we haunt ourselves.

Unbidden ghosts

which raid our dreams.

Heavy silence

and shapes of memory.

In between

we must forget.

Those vanished hands

and curdled love.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.”

..Rob Montgomery

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About redcontroversy

I know I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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One Response to CURDLED LOVE

  1. Juliana C. says:

    “We haunt ourselves”….so true. Love it!

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