The Anatomy of Letting You Go

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Part Three

The Eyes.

They say the eyes are the window to your soul.
Looking into mine you can see the blinds are pulled tight.
And the [curtains are}{ yanked shut]

Shutting out prying eyes, and peeping toms.
Desperate for a peek of my naked soul.

Once they realized how tight the curtains were drawn they walked away disappointed.

But you sat beneath my window

[}{]
       .
       .  .
         .
Tossing rocks
        .  .
          .
          .   .
       .      .
            .
Like some insistent Romeo.

Little by little

The curtain was [dra}aaaaaaaa{wn] away.
And my soul shyly showed itself revealing it's

DARK and DAMAGED parts.



But seeing my soul you remarked,
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
Only seeing the rays of light shining through the cracks of the endless darkness.

But now
            you're
                     gone.

Perhaps in search of another rose vine to climb.
So I sit here staring out my open window amid the rain and snow because my soul and eyes

Wont
           stop
                   looking
                                for
                                      YOU.




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