I approach the door which separates me from my memory of you. My fingers trace the worn spots- where I have held on tight, the rough edges- where I have tried to pry my hands free, the deep grooves- in which I have lost so much of myself.
I spend forever peering thru the vast emptiness of the keyhole- the portal to which I know you have the only key. Afraid to let go, and even more afraid, that if I ever do open the door- you won’t be there.
If I did allow myself to move on, how many hearts would I singe- how many lives would I unravel- knowing all the while, you have always been right?
I hear a voice, from
deep within my illusion-
a familiar voice,
emanating from my heart,
“you will never love anyone
like you love me”
and I know, he has won…
Posted for Crimsons’s Creative Challenge Photo Prompt #24 and Girlie on the Edge’s Six Sentence Story, Cue word: Memory.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Oh yes. That’s romantic agony at its best. Love it. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I do romantic agony so well- I had to bow out of the theatre… Thanks crispina.
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Brilliant, Violet. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Ah-ha! I merely needed to refresh the screen and lo! here you are. 🙂
You may delete this comment if you choose 🙂
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Not when you sound so happy to see me!!
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Always happy to see you 🙂
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this is amazing Violet, thanks for sharing 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed it, m.
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I thought I was the only one who listened to the voices in his head…good six. good use of the cue word.
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You are not unique in that, UP. At least not in my little corner of the world..
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this could not portray longing and aching for a past love any better……brilliant!
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Thank you, WCW, that is one area in which I am quite accomplished.
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Beautifully written, Violet. It sent a shiver up my spine.
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Thank you Chris. I am glad it resonated with you.
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Wow. This is so good. It touched me and left the after effects, I think I won’t be able to forget..💕
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Some loves can never be forgotten. Thank you, Ramyani.
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The heart you’ve managed to singe is mine. Reminded me right of the time when I was told I wouldn’t love anyone as much as I loved you. It’s actually funny how the world’s spun so much since that everybody has forgotten what love even means.
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Only those whom have never encountered true love, can forget what it means.. That means you and I are counted among the lucky ones, James..
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Surely unlcuky though? love is addictive. I’ve had vices and I’ve forgotten them. This is the only vice I can’t seem to forget or have enough of.
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All I can say, is then it’s not love you’re looking for. There is one person attached to love, and they cannot be replaced, repurposed or rewritten. At least in my book..
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You put it exactly as I feel about it. Tell me would you remember a drink you had once or a memory that wouldn’t fade away? The emotions in that minute? Would you ever get tired of those? That’s my unlucky point. I want to forget and for once, be whole again. But I can’t.
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Whoa, Violet. After that lead-in, the poem at the end gave me the chills. Awesome.
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Thank you, D. Sometimes emotion writes itself.
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This really speaks to me, thanks for sharing!
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So glad it resonated with you..
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Oh, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Well done!
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Indeed! Thanks for stopping by to comment, Mimi.
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Identification on a major level. Lines 1 & 2 are…perfect.
Excellent Six, Violet!
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Thank you, Girlie!
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Nice 6! Is it a real door or a metaphorical door? Hmmm, I wonder….
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Either way, it bars my entry just the same. Thank you for stopping by to comment, Dyanne
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Oh…this is beautiful. How painfully and melancholically sweet this is
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Thank you , Tien.
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Delightful images you have created Violet, a lovely piece of writing.
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Oh how true of those doors we wish to reenter even when keeping them closed would be best. Who has not felt this? Great six!
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They are always the ones that beckon the loudest, Lisa..
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I was thinking of first loves that are never forgotten, though we do move on eventually. Finding the key. I like that. Wonderfully written Violet.
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Thank you, Len.
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Well. The whole thing is a poem. Ouch. There’s pain in there.
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Yes, there is. Sometimes even sixes can be painful.
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Dude!*
* traditional Y Chromian expression of admiration for a work requiring putting one’s self way the hell out there and, simultaneously, expressing it in such a way that the reader can be touched both by the words and the emotional resonation it elicits. often accompanied by fist bump
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Fist bump back atcha, Clark.
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Rarely do the “big questions” just involve oneself as is indicated in your line “If I did allow myself to move on, how many hearts would I singe- how many lives would I unravel.”
A SSS of beautiful prose.
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I think entering into a relationship knowing it can never measure up to a previous love is quite one sided.. and unfair. maybe something was lost in translation. Thank you for stopping in to comment, Pat.
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doors open one way and some relationships are one sided, the one having the key has the final say, so unfair. i love the metaphor of the grooves the best, places we are almost hidden but so there. really love this one Violet, there’s trauma and there’s healing
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So right, Gina relationships can be so complicated. Sometimes it is time that holds the only key.
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Very nice six!
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Thank you Susan.
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Oh, I’ve definitely lived this story…
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It lingers.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This must be why I keep my heart under lock and key. I cannot imagine ever feeling so much…
Beautifully done.
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It’s because of this, I too, keep my heart locked away.
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We are soul sisters in this.
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Difficult for me to comment Violet. In jest I say “Right On! In my heart, I say thank you for a great write.I cannot say anymore. ❤❤🌼
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Thank you for letting me know it touched you, Jen.
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