Rare as a Solar Eclipse (day 3)

You leave me unseen
You leave me misheard


Understanding dashes off the back steps


When I’m tired of losing limbs to love
I swear by everything
I can’t cross any boundaries


But moving on is easier than
crying one more time
and hoping something will happen
rare as a solar eclipse.

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Written 8/11/16


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"losing limbs to love"

Feels that way - Like heart tissue and emotional skin. Well spoken ~A~