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  So now a flood of creative (yet not happy) set of poems. But feeling better about the  current situation that I'm now in. (now that I know how you feel). I was too comfortable in my place of thoughts. Not seeing what you were going through. Not knowing. Not reading the signs. I guess I need a new pair of glasses or maybe even a bigger sign with big letters and easy to understand pictures. (Everything spelled out in black and white). Sorry I was a fool. Sorry I didn't know. But know that I know (as you have known). Knowing is half the battle (G.I. Joe).

  She's still here (for now). Bukowski's poems become even more meaningful. Every damn Country song  makes sense. Sadness comes and goes. Like tiny waves crashing upon the shore. But not to worry. She's not gone. She's still here. Just in a different way. (I now have to see her in the same way that she has been seeing me).