Three simple words change a life.

And even though I prefer all things even

in number,

in balance,

–inherent beauty lies in the even–

sometimes,

rather, someone, all the time,

when it comes to an odd-word-phrase,

gets a free pass.

–
–

Got a free pass.

Got a free pass.

Got a free pass.

GOSH, now I’m sad.

–

–

a trademark oddphrase, living in my heart and voicemail archives,

recordings can never be deleted.

If I delete, I’ll relive.

The loss, the heartache, the soulbreak, the lifepain;

–the loss of life pain–

remembering further darkens the ravine in my soul.

A loss only experienced once you can no longer enjoy the company of another, of one so lovefull, of one who seems an extension of yourself,

–remembering is not always kind–

With remembering resurfaces pain,

and always, when I remember, something just feels…

 

odd.