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On What Remains 

Now the unbreakable bond 

Linking some destined hearts

Under the mound of things

That could tear all else apart.

Was still strong and holding

Together what it must

Connected to a future time 

While what remains adjusts. -ria



He was bending over
Staring at the floor tiles

Dizzy and a bit nauseous 

After running for miles 

Every day at the gym

Was a race in his mind 

That he could never win

No matter how he tried 

For years he’d worked out

But the reasons changed 

When life had transitioned 

Through a difficult phase

Since then what chased him

Was difficult to fully define 

But had come way too close

And felt like a painful reminder 

When the room stop spinning 

He stood upright and sighed 

Feeling the dreadful weight 

Of what inside him had died

Memories linked in chains

That he’d been trying to escape 

Mostly the repercussions from

Old heartbreak and mistakes 
Ria 2017

On Potential 

Under the weight of it

Braced in the middle 

To enhance the balance 

Without the trembling.

Always pushing upward

Into the unknown regions

Of our greatest potential 

That’ll be worth remembering. -ria

The Empty Spaces

​The Empty Spaces
Hardly any had remained 

When all was said and done

But for the relevant parts

Everything else was gone

The feeling of such a loss

Had made it much more real

And bring to the forefront 

Issue that time couldn’t heal

What had been left behind 

Would not be taken for granted 

Regardless of all the regrets

And other areas left wanting 

Sometimes only the pain

Seem to fill the empty spaces 

Leaving no means or room

For a pleasant replacement 

As for the gaping wounds

Which time brought no closure

Emitted a variety of odors

Requiring air and exposure

The main difference now

Was that changes would come

And begin the painful process 

Until the healing was done
Ria 2017

On Nothing To Hide

It was risky behavior 

But he didn’t really care

They had both been honest

Before she invited him there.

He was patient and protective

While she waited to decide

If he was actually so sincere 

That she’d have nothing to hide. -ria

Broken Vows

​Broken Vows
How he had even survived 
Before this whole thing began

Hoping to eventually forget

What had gone so wrong 

They had first met that day

In the big back parking lot 

And what had started then

Neither of them could stop

There is something strange 

About the intensity of attraction 

When so intently focused

Without any possible distractions 

On their  weekends together 

Neither came up for air

As each flooded the other 

With the nectar of love affairs 

Resting for another round

The no disturb sign hanging

Their giggling masked the sound 

Of his wife quietly entering 

She spoke directly to him

And spat expletives at her 

Screaming for the most part

That she’d make them suffer

He advised her to go home

And stop putting on a show 

With this absurd behavior 

He thought she’d outgrown 

His wife knew it all began

After she’d broken their vows

And how he reacted to it

Was outside her of powers

How she felt about his lover

Was clear in her pained face

Seeing him so in love again 

Meant she had been replaced. 
Ria 2017

On Just Recalling 

When the days are hot

And the nights are short

He thinks of her often. 

Not in an obsessive way

But just recalling yet again

The finer details of last time. 

She had been the very first 

And possibly a good reason 

For his renewed enthusiasm. -ria

Every Ounce

​Every Ounce
While life kept pushing 
All her efforts into a corner

Knowing full well it made

Any possible progress harder

Thought she’d found a way 

Around the discouragement 

It would require every ounce

Of her strength and consistence

She had become accustomed 

To persevering under pressure 

After developing a clear vision 

And route to her true treasures 

No amount of the deterrents

Could ever again afflict her mind

To forget the manifest destiny 

To which her heart was inclined 

Life had a special way of taking 

Sharp curves and narrow ways

But she remained very focused

Regardless of discouraging delays. 

She had seen the detailed future

That her actions would create

And accepted that her decisions

Made her master of her fate 

Ria 2017

On Loving Surrender 

He had his hooks in her

She did not try to escape 

But adjusted within instead 

In order to create space.

The place where they joined 

Would always be tender

And much more delicate

Was their loving surrender.  -ria

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