Stained
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Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window
Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost
Refracting my life into the colors of the rainbow
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You speak to me in whispers when all alone
An unwelcome spirit seeking solaced refuge
Finding its home within my lovesick bones
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Like a long, dull ache that will not subside
You are a constant reminder of where it hurts
The ugly scar that shows how hard we tried
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You linger like a wisp of acrid smoke now born
In the extinguishing of a once ferocious flame
That can sting tears to the eyes of the forlorn
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You reside like a bad tattoo from the best of days
A permanent mark sunk deep into the skin
Where time can turn bright colors into all grey
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A vow made to her who sits on queenly throne
As sacred words become the long crusade
And pulls the knight from the safety of home
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There is something that can never be let go
A stain that cannot be washed away
With some purpose that I do not know
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Painful and beautifully executed. The motif of the scar, of the pain that never goes away no matter it’s form. Interestingly in your piece the pain has ghostly characteristics. In fact she is a ghost. I love this piece Brad. It’s very beautiful 🥰🌹
Good morning ☕️🌸
Thank you, beautiful Poetess! You so get me! xoxoxo
love all the imagery here, and lines like: “Refracting my life into the colors of the rainbow”
another wonderful poem in tribute to lost love…
Thank you, Mr. B!
some things never fade no matter what we do to try to make that happen, so beautifully written, brad
Thank you kindly Beth!
Painful, yet beautiful in the ability to relate to the rawness of it. You are a master heart-string puller. ❤
And you have more strings than a harp beautiful Kristian!
Aww, thank you, my dear! 🥰