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Youth
Alexandru R

I lost the sadness
Which used to fill this room,
And your love –
I lost it’s tracks
Along with yours.
Or have I?
I lost the chimes
That used to call out
Your name in the wind.
Or perhaps I stopped
Listening to their sweetness.
I lost our home
Where we grew up
Or, rather, got lost
On my way back.
Willingly, maybe.
I lost a country
Full of nothing for us
Yet here I am,
Struck with grief,
And it never goes away.
How I miss you:
You, force of nature – You.
The idle days.
The returning sadness
With callous boldness,
The sadness I thought I lost,
Brings with it again and again
The love you always held for me.
You darling boy,
I remember you, always,
And I see you in my dreams.

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Many edges ago
Alexandru R

Oh sleep,
Come at once
And take me dreaming,
For I dread
The closing of light.
The quiet
Conquers me
And I am bound
To the night,
Lovelorn to the day.
I want you
To dare
Dream with me.
I want you to hold me.
Here I am.

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Oversight
Alexandru R

The sweetness starts
With a gentle crackling
From my speaker,
Every now and again.
It cracks just like
A vintage record player,
Almost exactly the same,
And it’s possibly endearing,
Definitely distracting me
From the sweet melody
Of something I love
But forgot about.
Something cut abruptly,
Persistent and patient.
Relentlessly passionate:
My longing.
And for a moment,
Every now and again,
I forget about
How much I miss you.

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Bday
Alexandru R

Here’s to all the things
You wanted to be,
And to better.

To what could have been,
And could be and will be.
And to your faith.

To that warm heart
And gentle touch.
And to your love.

To all that you do
And don’t remember.
And to tomorrow.

To you,
My darling everything.
Here’s to you.

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150 150 Alexandru R

A world of things
Alexandru R

I’ve chased dreams
And flew planes
And dared to
Be crazy brave.
I’ve built empires
And crowned kings,
And witnessed miracles.
I’ve crossed continents
And met people
Who inspired me,
And gods who
Created stars in their hands.
I love them all.
There are so many
Things I love
In this world
And I’ll never
Love any of them
As much as I love you.

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Crying in public
Alexandru R

We need to normalise
Crying in public.
It’s something very normal,
Very kind – a release.
And not everyone cries
Because they’re sad.
My favourite tears
Are those I cry when
I think of you –
They’re such loving, joyful tears.
They start in my chest
Where my heart is,
Where you are, always.
A knot in my neck at first
And then BOOM.
Pour out, love!
Pour out, joy!
Because it’s
Something very normal
To love in public.

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150 150 Alexandru R

Someone special
Alexandru R

Sometimes
I think you might
Miss me too.
And sometimes
I dream about you
Telling me it meant
Something more to you.
Sometimes
I wish you’d call,
Because if I call
You may not feel the same.
Sometimes I wonder
What it would have been like
If it wasn’t so short;
To have met your friends;
To hold you again;
Sometimes…
Oftentimes, I remember
More than I should,
And things that
Never happened.
Oftentimes, I forget that
Hey, it was great
Whilst it lasted –
Memories are never enough.
And oftentimes
I’m grateful I was, briefly,
Someone special to you.

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150 150 Alexandru R

Growing pains
Alexandru R

I’m thirty three
And I’m afraid
Of doing things
Still.
I’m afraid
It will hurt,
It will fall apart,
It will not last.
And then more
And more
I seek the courage
To do more today
Than I did yesterday.
To do –
To be.
And thus,
My darkest fear,
My greatest pain,
You’re in the growing,
Not in the doing.

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150 150 Alexandru R

Pride 🏳️‍🌈
Alexandru R

It’s something we carry in our hearts
And sometimes share with the world.
It’s our antidote to ignorance
And our calling march in summer.

It’s something we share with our friends
When we dance the nights away.
It’s every drop in our teary eyes
When we catch a glimpse of it in others.

It’s something we build everyday
And fight to keep alive and beaming.
It’s a soft bending, stubborn hope,
A spiritual practice with no dogma.

It’s something in the strut of our heels
And the glitter that covers our wounds.
It’s the glue of our community
And the sweet embrace of our kin.

It’s something living in every broken heart
And it’s somewhere where we all belong.
Our glory anthem. Our war and peace.
Our Pride.

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150 150 Alexandru R

Sunrise
Alexandru R

If I’m awake to see the sun come up
My thoughts of desperation turn to sleep.
My being draws breath from fire
And in fire life breathes life inside of me.
The ball of fire calls to me to rise
For it has cleared the clouded path.
I cross the threshold of my house
With sleepy eyes and muffled voice,
But the fire that touches my face
And eyes and heart and soul wakes me.
Like a swift touch of mother’s love
It raises me to hope and daydreams.
My dearest heaven, my greatest god,
Good morning.

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