When it ended
I wanted
warm goodbyes
that never
came. I absorbed
quiet, as others
watched me
retreat, disappear
into silence.
I became
loss
and fielded
phone calls from
curious players
in the game
of chess, played
with people, cities
doubling as
squares
on the board.
February 2011
Marissa Colleen Mullins 
Hi Marissa, this is for you http://brokensparkles.wordpress.com/2011/03/10/versatile-blogger-award/
I am commenting from my new blog, the old one had troubles. Working on the guest post too, will be ready tomorrow …
Regards Blaga!
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wise words, love chess games though..
love your blog, your poetry is impressive!
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I wanted
warm goodbyes …
I wonder if there is a warm goodbye at all …
I have issue with people leaving and every goodbye seems
rather cold and sad … I even use that word very rare,
I say “Later” instead of “good bye”
Loved the chess in the image and mixed int he words of the poem!
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