In another life, I think,
I must have
Stood upon the highest ledge
I could find and in the
Final moment, dizzy, breathless,
Thinking of you,
Learned how to fly.
In another,
My blood trailed from your knife
And I was glad it was yours.
I have died in your arms.
Died wishing to have
Your arms around me.
Died not knowing you
But knowing something.
The Suicide of Dorothy Hale – Frida Kahlo (1938). Courtesy of Frida Kahlo Fans
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
this had me waving my white handkerchief. & grabbing my church hat
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You just made my week! 🙂 Love you and thanks.
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and this too!
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