These will be the last verses of this stage.

Verses of love, suffering, searching,
and much compassion.

Questions were answered,
and new ones were generated.

We cried, we were hopeful,
we died, and we were reborn.

76,000 words and 14,000 feelings,
3,000 tears and 18 sighs.

“Simple feelings on paper,
my greatest support,
my only company,
and my most faithful sage.”

I remembered her,
every time I breathed,
and I feel you every time I breathe.

***** smoke,
that fills my chest,
and doesn't let me feel my soul,
or my feelings.

I desired her in silence,
and my heart wants to go out and find you,
desperately in the streets,
like an addict who can't find his fix.

I tasted her in every kiss,
that fresh cherry flavor,
contaminated by my tarry breath.

She hurt me, broke my heart,
took me to the divine heavens,
you hurt me, put me in a hospital,
and you're going to take me underground.

My mind cries for peace,
my soul for respite,
in this toxic relationship they'll never have it.

You were poison disguised as nectar,
I thought you were comfort,
but you were wound.
I thought you were the cure,
and you were the poison.

Today is sunny,
and the heat begins.
Butterflies fly,
and goldfinches sing their song.
Change of season,
and time to cleanse the heart.
We will remove all the ill-gotten loves,
all those that don't warm us.
We will clean the dust from our chests,
and with it will go all those unhealed, misunderstood, and mismatched loves.
We will remove all the loves that have gone out of style,
those that have outgrown us and those that have grown out of us.
We will take down those faded loves,
that we no longer remember existed.
We will take down all those wrinkled and torn loves,
to hang new ones with more color, more fun.
We will clean up everything that needs cleaning,
to start over,
in the new season.