of karmic debt paid 

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

On view

You were soft charm
and hard sparks
and so was I


a hurricane
the best of times

We were rare
and roared like angels
who had come home

But mirrors sharply expose
any and all
of our unresolved pain

We can use the nails to build a life
or to seal a coffin

and sometimes healing arrives
after a journey has come to an end

So now I’m a new beginning

I’m whole on my own
I can hold my own
and because of us
I know I can love my own too

and I’ll always hold onto the echo
that beats in time with you

Thank you for being poetry

and in another life
I might be lucky enough
to again run into my other half

Then perhaps we can sit together
under the Bodhi tree

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