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- From: bhchan@soda.berkeley.edu (Billy H. Chan)
- Newsgroups: alt.romance
- Subject: Re: Though I have released you
- Date: 18 Nov 1992 10:31:02 GMT
- Organization: U.C. Berkeley, CS Undergraduate Association
- Lines: 87
- Message-ID: <1ed616INN3jh@agate.berkeley.edu>
- References: <1992Nov17.193935.1@ntc02.tele.nokia.fi>
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-
- In article <1992Nov17.193935.1@ntc02.tele.nokia.fi>
- nagji@ntc02.tele.nokia.fi writes:
- I'm posting this on behalf of a special friend
-
- This Poem's very true, if it's original, congratualate the
- author for me. (Brings back some memories)
-
- Though I have released you
-
- -----
- In my mind, in my heart,
- I have let you go.
- I will never understand
- what caused things to go awry,
- unless someday,
- you choose to tell me why.
- But I have let you go anyway,
- Because I must.
-
- In general, how does someone find out what really went wrong
- in a relationship? I mean, does one go and ask directly? How
- do you think the other person would feel if asked such a direct
- question? I know it depends on the situation, but let's kill the
- disclaimers and just present what we think are the 'average' or
- usual answers/reactions/etc.
-
- But this does not mean that
- I will stop caring.
- I can never do that,
- though it seems to be something
- that you are capable of.
-
- How -does- one stop caring (or is this that same question on the
- other thread about getting over a failed relationship (I've lost
- that thread somehow))? If you broke up with someone (I don't know
- the reason and will not supply one), how would you react if you know
- or found out that the other person still cares alot for you? What
- if you don't care about him/her anymore, how would you react?
-
- No. I have let you go,
- I have purged the painful
- memories from my heart.
-
- I am certain now, that
- to you, I have become
- nothing more than
- a dusty, tattered memory.
- A yellowed, fading page,
- stuffed in the back
- of a junk drawer.
-
- I too, am putting away my
- memories.
- It has taken me longer,
- because my caring runs deep
- like a vein of gold in rocky ground.
- I am slowly putting away
- the painful memories.
- In time, I will discard them.
-
- But there is one set of images
- I will never discard:
- The softness of your touch.
- The sound of your laughter.
- The sparkle of mischief in your eyes
- when you smiled at me.
-
- Though I have released you,
- Though I no longer need you,
- These are memories which rarely
- occur in one's lifetime.
- Memories to cherish.
-
- These I will keep,
- Close to my heart,
-
- Always.
-
- (sorry for quoting the whole poem, but in case someone missed it the
- first time around, well, there it is again) (Note: poem indented to
- appease my stupid Pnews program (which doesn't allow me to write less
- than I quote)
- --
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- Billy H. Chan <bhchan@ocf.berkeley.edu> "Life: a strange new
- Just Babbling <bhchan@soda.berkeley.edu> state of confusion"
- Disclaimer 1: I'm actually a really nice person. (sorta) :) ;)
-