tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post1110893171932314861..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: How You Are Leaving Mechristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-4676141531509290802011-06-16T10:18:56.533-07:002011-06-16T10:18:56.533-07:00i feel that with which you say this and i am grate...i feel that with which you say this and i am grateful. that is so much more than any outcome:)<br /><br />much love, christopher<br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-84943102070022703482011-06-15T20:32:00.942-07:002011-06-15T20:32:00.942-07:00He, I think this works too. You are pretty good f...He, I think this works too. You are pretty good for one who thought so little of poetry til now.<br /><br />If it was me, some parts would change a little. I want to tighten up a little. But that's my style, not yours necessarily.<br /><br />The poem packs a punch for me but I may be too close to know how it touches a stranger to read it.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-7886902057542968592011-06-15T19:55:54.482-07:002011-06-15T19:55:54.482-07:00He went by day after day
Living life and loving th...He went by day after day<br />Living life and loving that way<br />He went by day after day<br />Until the day<br />He didn’t go by<br />No living No life No loving that way<br />Where is he now <br />Why didn’t he stay instead of go<br />You ask this<br />At least you think you do<br />It was not he who left<br />Instead it was you<br />He still goes by day after day<br />Wishing you could have stayedWanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12384347526625976847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-57823082003829384972011-06-14T17:01:00.442-07:002011-06-14T17:01:00.442-07:00Erin, I really, really love you, my most loyal Can...Erin, I really, really love you, my most loyal Canadian friend. God I hope you have a lovely life.<br /><br />Anthony, yes indeed. It is what I am getting and did not have for a very long time, basically never before, is time alone in a solitary house. It is more than okay. I lean into it quite far. Because I hope for a partner, I also hope not too far.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-90833273589653902312011-06-14T10:24:37.639-07:002011-06-14T10:24:37.639-07:00A life well lived includes being left and leaving ...A life well lived includes being left and leaving and time spent alone, pursuing life on our own, and sometimes learning in places like this, how much this is true for others too. Thank you for the wonderful post.Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-52441532040335241452011-06-14T04:24:19.006-07:002011-06-14T04:24:19.006-07:00"I would recommend not believing I always tel..."I would recommend not believing I always tell what has actually happened to me. I am a story teller." you cheeky devil!<br /><br />robert and i were talking about the what if's yesterday, what if i died, what if he died. we both agreed, we've had enough of men, of women, and by that without being spoken we knew what the other meant, we had enough of men, of women who did not understand, who did not live beyond the means at hand. and so, when the other dies, that is it, there will be alone and good enough once more, rolls in the hay but a cloistering of spirit. <br /><br />i sat on my front porch the other night in the rain imagining he had died. it was not for love's lamentful side but rather a test of life. what might life look like stripped down like that, without my man mirror beside me?<br /><br />once i loved knowing there would be a time when he did not come back. this other he loved me the same. that did not stop either of us from loving. loss does not stop love. <br /><br />yesterday robert admitted that he was living alone and fine before he met me, with no intentions. voila.<br /><br />we only know today.<br /><br />i imagine you on a rocking chair on a porch and a woman drawing close behind you. just because i imagine it doesn't make it less real. voila.<br /><br />much love<br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com