Tonight I break my silence. This is my open letter to you.
You will always be remembered as a vapor
the heat-wet rising to fog the mirrors,
blurring distinction:
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw you, too.
But that’s not true
I saw a mirage and what I wanted to see
Last I looked I saw nothing ajar, nothing amiss.
Sentimentality is lost on the broken-hearted.
You fog me no more.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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January 6, 2012 at 9:24 am
slpmartin
Reminds me of the something from The Point http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=x-ol_v5X4QE#t=186s … emotions we all go through at one time or another I think.
January 10, 2012 at 9:44 am
Leigh Binder
Dig this L…..
Dark and strong, like coffee, like oozing mud
January 11, 2012 at 2:16 pm
Tel
Very empowering. I love it.
January 12, 2012 at 12:43 pm
Dhyan
super M. Lady
“You will always be remembered as a vapor” – fuck*** wonderfull i say – love it
January 12, 2012 at 1:12 pm
medicatedlady
Thank you, friends, for your kind words. It’s nice to get them from time to time. 🙂