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Monday, April 6, 2020

Do Ghosts Have Memories, Too?


DO GHOSTS HAVE MEMORIES, TOO?

Love is the emptiness that remains
when her body's gone
and that soft tune she used to murmur's
nothing but a silent code
no one understands but you.

Love is truly wasted
when time's a hollow phrase
a-flyin' often lyin'
'cause who cares but you and me
no longer here
no more around
than the air that used to fill my lungs
before I died.

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27 comments:

  1. Well, crap. I guess the phrase, 'No news is good news' doesn't apply here? Hang in there, Blue.

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    1. Good morning, Bijoux. Won't lie to you. All is not good. What can I say. Thanks for stopping by. Stay safe.

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  2. I'm sorry that you're not quite feeling yourself these days and really hoping that there is a day soon when the sun comes out

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  3. The sun will come out again and you will be made whole!

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  4. Do the best you can Blue with what you have to work with. It's hard not to go dark or stay dark during these days. Let us hope brighter days are ahead!

    Betty

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    1. Keeping my fingers crossed for all of us. Thank you, betty.

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  5. Blue, I have a confession to make: I don't believe in love, other than what I feel for a spiritual entity and for my children. I think we have chemistry sometimes with another person, and if it can turn into an abiding friendship, then we are fortunate. But all that romantic lovey-dovey stuff pushed on us by movies and romance novels is pretty much a load of crap.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. You know, Janie, I can't blame you for not believing in love. I sometimes think it's just overrated egocentric BS.

      But I'm blue, so what do I know?

      Thanks for sharing that with me, Janie. I appreciate it. I understand it, too.

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  6. Hugs. Of the non-infectious variety.

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  7. Maybe they don't have short term memories so they haunt the same place.

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  8. Blue... such wounded and haunting words. Love you lots and so do many others - don't you forget that cos you're the best, you know. X

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  9. Hmm my radar has been on you since yesterday, so I thought I’d see if you posted anything...and here you are in a sad shade of blue. I was going to email you but, they don’t seem to make their way to you. Please know I am thinking of you, believe it because it’s true.

    If you need to talk you know where I am...

    Hugs and better days...

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    1. Thanks, True. Let's just say I'm surprised I haven't had a heart attack yet. Knock on wood.

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    2. Hi Blue,

      I sent you an email, check to see if it made your way. okay..

      love and hugs

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    3. Thank you, True. How was yours?

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  10. Before you died??? Oh, if I was there I'd slap you a few times real good, Blue. If she's leaving you when you need her the most it means you don't need her at all. Good riddance. Bye Felicia.... Now, if Mongo left you.... that would be a whole different story.... you'd turn a deeper shade of blue, bottomless blue...
    Sending you a hug or a kick in the ass, whatever you need more right now....

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    1. I'm beyond all that, Dez. Plus I'm leaving her. I'm just so fedup with everything to the point I don't care anymore. Do you know what that is like? I hope not. Now, as for those slaps. A tempting offer.

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  11. Hugs, Blue. I'm sorry to hear that you're still down. It's really hard to pull yourself back to the surface, isn't it? But I have faith you can and will ♥

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  12. Hi Blue, I'm sorry you're going through such a hard time right now.

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    1. Thanks, Mary. Rock bottom doesn't look so bad. I will be back. I'm fed up writing sad poems.

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