aching
sadness
feels like
drifting
like
falling
like
tumbling
iridescent tear drops
well up
at phantom pain
remembering
other hearts
I used
to hold
afloat
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
aching
sadness
feels like
drifting
like
falling
like
tumbling
iridescent tear drops
well up
at phantom pain
remembering
other hearts
I used
to hold
afloat
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Of past loves, something always remains.
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The echos that remain. . .
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray brings a poem of leftovers
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Oh, this is so painfully beautiful.
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Thank you Varnika!
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