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almost thirty-five years you were the very first though I thought you'd be my last how my young naivete informed my heart back then love can be a delicate pastry that crumbles sometimes how we had a rich custard-y love adventurous and tasting of the always new I was a delirious girl in a meadow of ponies you gave me every reason to trust in you until you made other plans ones you chose not to share with me you were planning your destiny and thinking I would ride along on the morning you left to become someone you wouldn't be our sandcastle love fell away into the sea and with it the tide pulled me in the sky literally blackened with rain my parents were divorcing my siblings had moved away my mother had a break-down still you left me alone I never knew what alone-ness was until the night I called after an attempted attack on me... you were out with someone else on a date and didn't return until morning you never knew that I knew about your exploits or the coincidental bad time of the attack I wish I could have those moments back people change when you least expect them to when you need them to be the same life seems to be so inconvenient or have the timing of a fool I wonder was she enough for you was she enough of a challenge did you like the long chase or being kept why did you two do together all the things we used to do the things that made us, us just us two eventually I wronged you too my actions were my embittered answer to the question of a misplaced trust the one I once placed in you its only recently the old trust came limping back to me battered and bruised why did I do this to myself for you so much of my time wasted all for the pleasing of people and begun in the past for the loss of a ghost like you I think of you sometimes a fleeting thought but one that feels cold like a rough wind tugging at my hair years later you said you didn't want me to contact you you proclaimed you didn't care you always thought you had the cards called the shots this is the message I'm sending out to the universe you lost me you're the ghost in this worn out plot (Yes, I know ghosts haunt.) legal copyright for this poem/work July 25th, 2017 4:21pm PST and also for this author/writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World revised July 27 2017 9:49am pst Vote for this poem |
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