Memories For a Masterpiece

I never could get past the goodbye
you forced out of me. Moving on looked so
easy on you–
the way you acted as if you were freed from
the obligations of our bond. Perhaps
I kept you back from fully becoming who you
are, but it was never due to a lack of love.
I loved you too much and so I
kept you close; never once realizing that
you were suffocating. I’ve asked your forgiveness
many times in the years that ensued,
but you were never there to hear them,
were you? Piece by piece, I scraped a little more of
you from my soul until the memories were bearable
again. Until I could think of you without wavering
between grief and wounded pride. I rebuilt
myself from scratch, did you know? So how is it
that after all this time, you want a place by my side
again? What am I to do with all the scars
of our last parting? I fear they’ve forever become
a silent companion to fill the spaces between
our words and every breath..
No.
Let our memories be our masterpiece.
Let us walk away from what we once were and content
ourselves in knowing we were glorious once,
when we were at the height of our triumph.

Author: ebonyandcrows

Hello and welcome to my page~ My name is Larisa--a very common Slavic name that was either derived from the Latin word hilaris, meaning "cheerful," or from the Greek city of Larissa, meaning "strong fortress." Born in Ukraine, I emigrated with my family to America when I was still a small child and now make my home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Growing up immersed in two vastly differing cultures led me to have a burning curiosity about people all over the world. Stemming from said curiosity, I have fallen in love with traveling to other countries, meeting new people and delving into their culture, exploring new cities, and of course, dining on the local cuisine! If I cannot escape into a different country, then my next favorite method of adventure is to lose myself in a spectacular book. I enjoy books of all genres--from fiction and novels, to biographies and ethnographies. As long as it captures my fancy and holds me spellbound the entire time, I will burn through the book like a forest fire! Because of this penchant for reading and travel, coupled with my love of deep and mysterious things, I have been often called a dreamer and I find the title suits me. With that being said, I invite you to stay a while, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and linger through my posts and feel free to comment or share a thought :-)

27 thoughts on “Memories For a Masterpiece”

    1. Thank you Joel! I believe we as humans all err in that manner. Unless we have experienced worse, we simply won’t know how good we have certain things until we spurn them or lose them somehow. It’s a tragedy that doesn’t discriminate between anyone anywhere.

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    1. Thank you ☺️ I don’t know if the ending is positive or negative because what I wrote about is something that grieved me deeply and it took me many years to forgive. As much as I would love to restore certain relationships, I’m afraid they would pale in comparison to the original, and I would hate to do that to our memory.

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      1. I’ve learned that lesson, I wanted to fix what was broken but realized there was a beautiful ending and leaving it the way it is might be better than me tarnishing it more.
        Which is why I think it’s positive, I see it as wisdom gained

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  1. “Let our memories be our masterpiece.
    Let us walk away from what we once were and content
    ourselves in knowing we were glorious once,
    when we were at the height of our triumph”.

    I wish I had written those lines. Made me sit up and think.
    Stef

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            1. I haven’t made it yet 😉 I believe I am 3 hours or so behind you, so I am still getting ready for work. I wanted to be at the office at 7am this morning, but 8am will have to be it. I’m sure it will taste sublime, though 😌

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              1. Yes, you are 3 hours behind. I am always experiencing a fire drill in the morning. A product of hitting the snooze alarm too many times. So, my coffee maker is on a timer. Ironically, I account for that time savings and press the snooze button even more.

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                1. Haha! I hate the snooze button, we are in a declared war! I love to be in super early, but my problem is that my brain is wired to stay up really really late. I laid down to go to bed at 9pm last night, but probably didn’t actually go to sleep until after midnight.

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