it wasn’t meant to be
that much i do know
your print on my soul
will not reason though
atop the shards of my shell . . .
one may conclude i do move on
while without cease i continue to quest
for my long forgotten unrecognizable self
which only with you was always at its best
with no sign of relent
my trapped-in you-heart is set
on repeat rewind
rewind repeat . . .
outside my four chambers
i keep waiting for that evasive day
when i may feel warmth again
to succeed in putting it to its final rest
© hülya n. yılmaz, 8.20.2016
Filed under Impulses, Poetry, Reflections
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missing you
not because of a need
or for a want
the yearning is different from before
neither acute nor painful only aware
that the mirage of you has its pillar no more
these days
fairy tales
fail to impress me
still
i go on missing you
the version i was convinced i knew
in blunt terms
time hasn’t healed anything
though promised by many it would do so
how can it i now dare to ask
it lacks the essence of life after all
your new versions transpire as proof
besides
who decided to soak heart-wrenching losses
in colors other than red anyway
© hülya n. yılmaz, 8.20.2016
Filed under Impulses, Poetry, Reflections
They say time stops for no one. But it does. When the heart is wounded. And When the heart begins to heal. Those moments Freeze.
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