Tonight I can write: "I loved him more than my own soul," and know that at last I am safe from my too-much-love: Everything is safe that is past. Tonight my (tenderer) Soul is relieved and cannot help singing softly to my (bigger) Heart: 'He (dis)appears!' into yesterday and I stay here; not quite remembering everything about his sometimes-love and that I left him not-quite-alone. I breathe out my love-endings from broken cocoon-lips like butterfly-kisses blown from my softer Soul to my stronger Heart. Inspired by Pablo Neruda's Puedo escribir los versos from 'Other Endings' in Goodbye Songs & Thank You Notes
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