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I spread before me
the pictures of you
that I've collected over the years
Memories and mementos.
Each one filed carefully in my heart
under "Mistress".
I look at all the wrong choices
and mistakes
We have made.
I look at all the love we wrapped around each other,
glittering in the air
like snow
or like diamonds.
I read the words,
the promises and disappointments,
and find I am no longer bitter.
I hold each picture dearly,
Even those most painful.
You've shaped me into who I am,
molded me into myself.
I am thankful.
Even though I have moved past,
and the white rabbit doesn't run so fast,
the haberdasher goes about his own business,
and the caterpillar has transformed;
I still see you in my dreams.
But still I am not bitter.
The butterflies still sing to me
And still the notes are sweet.
They no longer say your name,
but whisper wordless melodies
into my skin.
I am sorry that their song brings you pain.
And I am sorry that so many promises went unfulfilled.
But please remember -
If I never had to share you, you would still be mine.
I wanted nothing more than to belong to you.
But I needed it to be only me.
I'm sorry I was so selfish.
I'm sorry that the butterflies no longer sing to you.
the pictures of you
that I've collected over the years
Memories and mementos.
Each one filed carefully in my heart
under "Mistress".
I look at all the wrong choices
and mistakes
We have made.
I look at all the love we wrapped around each other,
glittering in the air
like snow
or like diamonds.
I read the words,
the promises and disappointments,
and find I am no longer bitter.
I hold each picture dearly,
Even those most painful.
You've shaped me into who I am,
molded me into myself.
I am thankful.
Even though I have moved past,
and the white rabbit doesn't run so fast,
the haberdasher goes about his own business,
and the caterpillar has transformed;
I still see you in my dreams.
But still I am not bitter.
The butterflies still sing to me
And still the notes are sweet.
They no longer say your name,
but whisper wordless melodies
into my skin.
I am sorry that their song brings you pain.
And I am sorry that so many promises went unfulfilled.
But please remember -
If I never had to share you, you would still be mine.
I wanted nothing more than to belong to you.
But I needed it to be only me.
I'm sorry I was so selfish.
I'm sorry that the butterflies no longer sing to you.
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