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Better Without You

What if the first song David and I danced to was “So High” by John Legend instead of “Forever” by Ben Harper? What if my mother had never died? 406 more words

A Champagne Toast

I had it in my whimsical mind that beautiful, spring morning in New York City that one should dress up for such occasions. I wore this midi length, violet hued short sleeve dress with a high-waist belt and, of course, heels. 747 more words

The Empty Side (where did you go?)

Some days I see the plan at the end
And others I’m as lost as when I began
This rain can make it tough to see… 135 more words


Lost Dream

How strange
that all this ache,
all this pain and sorrow
and sweet joy
and perfect simple bliss,
will all end up in the same ether.
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I have lost myself;
too many words left to write.
My void grows timeless.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 May, 2016


It'll Be Okay

So for about 3 months now I’ve repeated some form of this phrase to myself. In the shower, worried about my husband’s job – it’ll be okay. 711 more words



Grief slows the body to near stillness.
Only the most necessary movements are undertaken; painful, slow.
Days float by on a sea of memories.
Salt water on the cheeks, endless as rain.