Sunday, January 26, 2014

AFFECTION FOR US LASTS IN THE UNIVERSE



A LASTing LOVE
Remember when our breath was shared
and we cared enough to dare to love again,
just one last time, forgetting all the previous failures?
I left through the door to see the world of love
and you stayed far behind, thinking to sail there.

Then I saw you did not follow
I broke down and cried,
eventually laid down in the composting leaves and died,
until you found me laying there without a breath or a care.
Back you went to find the door I had walked through
because now a life time later you too
wanted a breathless life to share and
a love like none, you had not seen but once before?

We’ve spent our life together
traveling away from each other
until we were out of sight of the other.
There is no blame to be had
for the garden was barely tended.
It was knowledge of the ways we went on,
the knowing of one another when the caring smoldered,
and for all my life I carried your love
in that hole in my heart always thinking,
wondering how your were doing today.

Before you found that decaying place
to lay yourself down alone,
for dying at home
with you here beside me,
the ring still upon your finger.

© M Durfee
1.26.2014


20 comments:

  1. maybe i am a hopeful romantic...i think there is always time for love to work it out....we can very easily settle into a comfortable life of just existing and neglect our loves....

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    1. Brian this is not really speaking to growing apart but getting caught up i the hustle and bustle of work, work, work and trying to find a way to spend some time together.

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  2. Love is such a tricky beast. It gets a good grip and refuses to let go, no matter where our journeys (even the separate ones) take us. I loved this piece, Mark.

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    1. Thank you Kim, love is an organism that refuses to die until it is dead and just because two walk a different route they all lead to the same place and as long as there is love in the end that is what counts I think.

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  3. I like a comfortable life physically, but I always want a mental life that is somewhat uncomfortable, that keeps me thinking and learning.

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    1. Charles you could always go for a swim with the gators, that should stimulate you.

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  4. And you can be miles away in separate compost heaps while sitting next to one another in front of the TV.

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    1. True enough Alice but it depends on who is holding the buttons and who is getting the beer.

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  5. as grave as carved granite


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    > < } } ( ° >
    =^..^= <3

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    1. Thank Cloudia...it has really not been a good time here with all that is going on. Now we find that we are statistically #1 in the nation with infant mortality and the #2 killer of children under 18 is gun fire.

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  6. Love seems a fleeting thing built from need or fear or insecurity all of which we all have before it's over.

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    1. Damn straight Carleton, those are the things that make it end. The old lady and i argue every day, call it trite but it shows we still care.

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  7. Mark- there all all sorts of spaces within love. They scare me less and less as I get older. xo

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    1. When you hit 30 Jodi get back to me kiddo.

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  8. Thinking with the hole in your heart..... I like that


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    > < } } ( ° >

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    1. Yeah sista the moths have gotten in more than they should either that or i am too sensitive sometimes.

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  9. Outstanding. And touching.

    Especially for this old lothario at 75!
    Fortune still favors the brave?

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    1. Well than you Ivan, how is it you get laid more at 75 than i do at 60?

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    2. Mark,
      Forget Detroit.
      As a long time fancier of exotic dancing, there seem to be Dancing Houris on Main Street now.
      What actually happened the home for wayward girls is now on College Street, which almost abuts Main, Newmarket.
      And they are wayward! Good for us pensioners when the cheques come in.
      Never mind Khayam and his loaf of bread. "Gimme some wine"!

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  10. A beautiful sentiment and a sad one too. I know how much we work at being together--not just physically but emotionally because it's easy to get caught up in stuff and forget to be connected. This is a good reminder.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...