It’s Haibun Monday over at the dVerse Poets’ Pub. The theme is transitions.
The end of a love
even if unrequited,
still wrenches the heart.
O but you’ve grown — letting
yourself let go of the wrong dream
25 responses to “Ending”
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There’s an intriguing ambiguity in those last two lines. Is it the poet speaking to himself, or to the love who has finally slipped away?
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This is so interesting to me…because my one true love was unrequited, and I choose never to let go of it. Hope you are well <3
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Thank you Leslie. I think that’s beautiful. You must be a very strong woman. Did it ever work out?
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Oh dear, I blush to tell you he was a celebrity/actor/artist, 32 yrs older than I and married forever…so there wasn’t going to be any actual “thing”–but I was 10 when I fell in love with him…and just never stopped :) I waited till he retired to write him a “fan” letter, and he replied–I thought I’d die of happiness…and then I stupidly flew to his city in hopes of just meeting him. He spoke through his closed door, pretended he was the butler or whatever–as though I wouldn’t recognize the voice I loved. It broke my heart for awhile. But now he’s dead, so I can have him without any complications–I call him Mr Perfect-Invisible. You’re probably convinced I’m quite mad by now, but that’s okay<3 :)
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I don’t think you are mad at all. I think it’s a charming, bittersweet story. It made me tear-up a bit, even. Thank you for sharing it with me. Was he someone I would’ve heard of? Now I’m curious! :-)
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Thanks for not thinking me crazy–most people find it beyond ridiculous :) Yes, you would know his identity, but I don’t want to put it here for the whole world to find/mock. Think Hawaii, 12-season cop show beginning ’68…starring role/main character. He was criticized for being a perfectionist and private–but he left something like a $40 million legacy to charities within the state. So my ardent defense of him over decades proved valid. Now you know the secret I write plenty of love/loss poems about :) <3
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Thank you so much, dear heart <3 Now you've got me thinking…about that huge crashing wave and those incredible eyes…must write more poetry <3
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Yes…sigh…. His art work is also good, at one time the New York Met Museum had at least one painting…but I prefer the block prints in which he’s added lines of poetry. Perhaps I’ll post one or 2–the man was multi-faceted, lots of “mystique”. I have an unfinished novel in which my character is his foundling daughter…
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Hi, I neglected to mention one personal note re current topic–there were a few very brief notes exchanged between us, which I misconstrued as invitation for the fated visit I made. The final note from him didn’t make much sense (plans for a new project he hoped to work on, nothing re my appearance outside his door)…and when his illness was much later disclosed, I figured that must have prompted it…which adds to the slender connection between 2 hearts worlds apart, and doesn’t diminish the fact of it. <3
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I think this is a beautiful story. I get chills (the good kind) every time you write something about it.
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I like that the person recognized that she had grown and that the dream was wrong. It’s like she’s giving herself a well-deserved pep talk.
Now, instead of wrong dreams, you can start having right ones. Love this poem!
Ergo, the Ogre 
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