Weeping Wisteria
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The joy of the love found and the bitterness of loss. The begining and the end. Joy of making room for a love you’ve always known was there like the back of your hand on your lover’s cheek. For home is not a place but a person. A family, a tribe, when it dies I’m devastated trying to end myself yet it was only the pain that would not stop I could not forgive myself but he did my love my soulmate the man who chose hell over heaven just to be near yet I always knew I could hear the dead they speak to me as they speak to anyone who listens. The pain of loss is sometimes too great but you always pull me back. With a scream of I love you as my purple petals fall unto you the ground and the running river for I weep that two souls should be asunder suicide mayhap can be forgiven because he joined her in the end and she joined him too he was brave she was strong and in the end they made it back home under my branches to be reborn again on their next adventure their love that transpired death. Over and over again.
