Apparently the only “relationship” I’ve ever been in ended some time in the last couple of days, and no one thought to tell me.  Or saw fit to.  One of the two.  Of course, this raises the question of how I know it’s actually over.  Not all agreements need to be in writing, but it helps.

I think I’ll leave my name on the contract for now, however, just in case.
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These are most of the fragments of (possibly) longer pieces I’ve written in the last month or two, in order.  The oldest ones are at the top, and descend by date from there.  There are different versions of some of them (mostly the one that begins “persephone called me”), but these are the ones I like best.

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You did me wrong on a fine summer’s day,
Casting me off as a weight on a string.
I bid you to do with me as you may.
No bird this weary could ever take wing.

I wandered listlessly through endless night
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Fair is fair, yet not so fair in thine eyes.
The possibility of beauty falls
Between endless permutations of lies.
Your visage hides behind the curtain walls.

Winter follows in Autumn’s chilly wake
Arguing the merit of cold, pale snow
Against colorful patterns that leaves make.
Who is right?  Who could ever really know?
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Speak softly of the gently falling leaves.
Foliage never once let out a wail.
Spy the man who for dying color grieves,
For it is he who won’t look past the veil.
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We all strive for constant inspiration
Derived from muses caught and cast in stone.
Malleable is an aberration,
Mostly ideas are brittle as bone.
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If my limerence could be expressed
In the form of limericks,
I’d never again speak a word
That no clever rhymes possessed.
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I’m not alone in sloughing off what holds
Old abandoned ideals held fast unto my chest.
Hungry eyes ‘hind curtains hide,
Just wait ‘til they’re set free.
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Persephone called me,
One two three,
At the height of the ides of March.
The moon hung low and was too slow,
So Destiny passed me by.

Shed a tear, Demeter dear, for you darling daughter
Caught way down under the ground.
Let the cold winds swell.