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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Those Who Leave First Really Leave Us</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">let us start with an empty bed<br>they leave us<br>warmth there<br>one that has<br>heat in our palms<br>so hard to forgo<br>to forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they leave us <br>black and white<br>pictures of their <br>faces, not ghostly<br>but lovely faces<br>of those we still <br>love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they never want<br>to leave us<br>in the first place<br>they really want<br>to stay, but they<br>were taken just<br>the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that makes<br>us sadder really</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the cabinet<br>where their clothes<br>are: silent and you<br>smell them and closer<br>closer you touch them<br>and feel them in <br>your heart: pain seeps<br>a little closer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then you walk<br>through the door that<br>you just closed and the<br>windows that still refused<br>to admit the fresh air<br>in the morning: you are <br>still mourning in black<br>and not talking much</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and on and on <br>to the backyard the flowers<br>wilting and to the comfort room<br>where their sweats still<br>linger: figments of mildew<br>sketches of their faces<br>still there <br>some finger<br>prints on the mirror when<br>they were still brushing<br>their teeth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after all these<br>we ask again <br>what are these people really leaving us? <br>come to think of it<br>they are still here and they haven't really<br>left us yet<br>the love is still in our hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">come to think about all these again<br>is there really leaving? <br>i guess, there is none because for a person<br>who really loves<br>no one leaves<br>everyone stays together like eternity</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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they leave us
warmth there
one that has
heat in our palms
so hard to forgo
to forget

and they leave us 
black and white
pictures of their 
faces, not ghostly
but lovely faces
of those we still 
love

they never want..."></div>
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