That Fluttering of Broken Wings

If you were to cross the road and hurt your toe, I know that I will never know. As we go on to take different roads and move on across different shores, there is something that happens to our relationships. Something that estranges, disconnects, disintegrates.

I know that you still think of me. I know this because I find myself thinking about you. And thoughts rarely get seeded on their own. It comes from you to I and from I to you until one of us is alive.

Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.

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  1. This is so beautifully written.. Such is longing for love ones..

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    1. Thanks A. Hope you are doing well. Take care.

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  2. this so beautifully written and so profound! i loved it esp. the last few lines :)

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  3. Sometimes they dont think of us...

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  4. I feel that the memory lanes are not forgotten...they are painfully hidden..yet lived when alone.
    brutal!

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    1. Brutal... Sums it up Red. Thank you for the visit.

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  5. Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.


    How true...........

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