no longer

March 28, 2013 at 2:21 am 20 comments

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someday i will no longer be here;

for you i will no longer exist.

i will have moved forward and onward.

doesn’t matter

really –

for you i will no longer be missed.

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my face will no longer be seen by your eyes,

my words will no longer be read,

thoughts of me will no longer be present in your life –

not even in the back of your head.

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 – BUT –

*

of all of the things you will no longer possess,

it’s my heart that will hurt you the most –

because

you will come to realize

someday

what you no longer have

is

the heart that loved you the most.

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20 Comments Add your own

  • 1. prayingforoneday  |  March 28, 2013 at 2:58 am

    Beautiful, inspiring and almost brought a tear to my eye…x

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    • 2. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 11:11 am

      I did cry while I was typing. 😦

      Reply
  • 3. ManicDdaily  |  March 28, 2013 at 3:02 am

    Ah yes– a universal sort of feeling! Well expressed. Thanks. k.

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    • 4. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 11:08 am

      Thank you for reading. I wish it wasn’t a feeling at all…….. Kimberly.

      Reply
  • 5. WB  |  March 28, 2013 at 3:21 am

    Very passionate. Good work.

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    • 6. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 11:07 am

      Thank you. 🙂

      Reply
  • 7. poemtherapyproject  |  March 28, 2013 at 3:35 am

    Beautiful…

    Reply
  • 8. almostannika  |  March 28, 2013 at 3:37 am

    this evokes so much emotion. it’s a wonderful poem….

    Reply
    • 9. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 11:11 am

      Thank you for your sweet words.

      Reply
  • 10. Andrew Bounds  |  March 28, 2013 at 8:20 am

    the realization of loss is what hurts the most…

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    • 11. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 11:13 am

      It does. Though it isn’t quite a loss yet, I am afraid it will be.

      Reply
  • 12. rebeccazenker  |  March 28, 2013 at 9:17 am

    So sad…beautiful but sad…

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  • 13. unlovingyou  |  March 28, 2013 at 12:08 pm

    this was beautiful!

    Reply
  • 15. Mysteriously Quiet  |  March 28, 2013 at 1:34 pm

    Beautifully written….and I think you know, why this poem resonates with me deeply.

    Reply
    • 16. words4jp  |  March 28, 2013 at 1:37 pm

      yes, that i do. i had a hard time writing this. actually not difficulty in writing, but, well i think you know what i mean in this respect, as well.

      Reply
  • 17. ordinarygirlinbrum  |  March 29, 2013 at 6:58 pm

    But do we ever stop missing? I’ve been ‘missing’ for years now… x

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    • 18. words4jp  |  March 29, 2013 at 7:01 pm

      I do not know – I know I will never stop missing him. Whether he misses me – only time will tell. x

      Reply
  • 19. Lunch Sketch  |  March 30, 2013 at 12:38 am

    Wow. That is beautiful. Sad, yes … but beautifully written.

    Reply
  • 20. A Life of Love | Free Little Words  |  March 30, 2013 at 5:03 am

    […] I was inspired to share this poem after reading Amber’s post over at “Normal is the New Boring”. I cannot claim it as my own.  Poetry is not one of my strong points. I’ll leave that up to brilliant bloggers like Kimberly at Words for JP. […]

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