We existed together as witty innuendos
and double entendres.
Our sarcasm became blatant
and often drifted to the edge of indecency.
Yet that was our language...
Smart yet immature.
Intelligent yet crude.
But now our once familiar language
has been translated into something so vastly foreign and incomprehensible to me.
The banter I loved now lost.
Our words polite and mediocre at best.
Deteriorating
Silken strands cling to my fingers
each time I touch my hair.
Evidence of my stress has begun
to reveal itself as fine blonde filaments
fall from their follicles.
My anxiety now deteriorating
more than just the inside of my head.
Final
When we said goodbye,
I didn't think it would be final.
I truly thought that I would be back
and that you would still be waiting.
If I would have known,
I would have held you just a bit longer.
Milestones
Sometimes I wish to tell you
about these milestones,
yet within these times
you no longer hold a place.
You no longer deserve
any acknowledgement
or notification
of my accomplishments.
Yes, you were there
at the beginning...
But the rest of the journey
has solely been mine.
Sparkles
Taken in my car through frosted glass.
Galena, IL
Mirage
I see you,
but no longer do I recognize you.
You were a mirage.
A fake haven in a
smouldering wasteland.
@AnonymouslyHal
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”New”
In this day and age everything that seems ''new'' in my mind has probably already existed.
So if everything I think has already been thought and every word I write has already been written then what's really left to say?
Is the concept of being unique or original even a possibility anymore?
This Time
Maybe I tried
to recreate those memories.
Maybe I did saunter down
the same street to the same building
with the same crude, concrete ceilings hovering above my head.
Maybe my food was the same,
maybe I held the same drink,
and just maybe I saw many of the same
people that we had before.
Maybe I did try to relive
romanticized moments without you
within the same places that we once shared.
But maybe this time
the feeling just wasn't the same.
Maybe without you I was finally able to feel so much more.
AO Poetry 
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