Times lived and passed moments
Days of coalition, called coalition
because of temporary standing which has led us in different routes of travel
I do not resent you
I do not grieve about us, you leaving yes
Yet not us.
Its called turning everything into art
We united. Coalited and it was
It remained yet now its terminate
Terminate yet never annihilated. Its disunion not estrangement
You are carried in me. Alive in me forever.
I will not let you go...I'll let you leave yet not go.
You with me forever.
Thats the art.
Loving you and continuing to do so even though we no longer are.
Its a shock a horror an understandable concept.
Yet to me you weren't a pass time. I loved.
The art of love lost yet held on!
So no i am not going to burn the photographs of our time together!
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