How times still come
When I feel disappointed
About myself, my “needs”
And quite frankly- my selfishness
Wanting to beg you to return
Needing to override your governance
Void of empathy of your feelings
And your choice- to simply leave
I’m unsure why it was so easy
You note read: our sun and moon died!
Many of those times
That seem to come out of nowhere
Much like goosebumps just erupting
I tried far easily to rationally justify
If only to myself, my broken parts
To the unhealed pain that really hurts
That its what you’re truly expecting
That it might make noticeable difference
And somehow over rule reality;
That gone really can be- forever
Epitomizing a hearts desperate thoughts
I will never have with another
All I had and shared with you
I don’t honestly think, we’re suppose to
And foolishly fall into the traps
That all love and lovers are equal
When truth be told- they’re not
Neither are we; in our individuality
While living any gifted moment to the next
Because honestly there’s always that chance
In one of my next moments you’re back
But if and until then I still live- this
Who knows, the next love maybe…even greater
Poet of the Light © 2019
I think you’re right. I think every love is special and unique. Some give (or gave) us more and some less, but precious lessons from each love, if we allow it.
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Exactly and who’s to say if it’s not to prepare us for a better, more appreciated time in creating a more perfected love?
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YES!! Exactly. I think we should spend more time cherishing what we had than moping in what we don’t. That’s something I’ve only somewhat recently learned, like in the last year or so.
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