A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.
Time to forget the colour of your eyes. Blue and wide, deep as any blue one can fathom, with laugh lines beginning to crinkle.
Time to forget your voice and any connection we had as we spoke. It’s a long time since I saw you. We haven’t talked in years, but I remember the teasing tone of your voice.
A flutter in my heart. A feeling of anxiety. The way you stared at me as if you were pulling me a part trying to find in me, what you wanted to see.
Time to forgive what was never done and never said. You don’t think of me, so why should I think of you. Time to forgive an apology you never gave.
And if I’m honest there was and is a smoothness to you I am afraid of finding still. Never trust a smooth talker, you don’t know what hides behind the layers of conversation.
If I’m to forget, I must forget your lips. A wide full set of lips and a hand gently stroking my back. If I’m wise, I’ll remember not one single bit.
For I was a girl then and now I am a women. Time to move on as you have moved on.Time to forget. But first loves pierce a hole through your heart and it’s hard to forget and forgive.
When you’re permanently scarred and the path you chose then still leads into the now. It’s difficult to not remember, and not be jealous of her.I always wanted your happiness and in the end, that is my end.
Years will pass by. I’ll pray for you still. Out of habit I think. And the piece of me you stole at such a young age remains half-healed. A wound that won’t repair until I see eternity and understand everything.
I have had a rough few days, but I suppose anyone ending a long-term relationship feels rough when they first end their relationship. I keep feeling this sinking, half-sick feeling inside me — after 3 years A and I are over and it was my choice.
The worst of what I’m feeling is the guilt but then whenever I go places I start to have flashbacks of when A and were here or like today when I went to A & W with my mom I thought about how this was A’s favourite burger place. Or the look he would give me when I ordered Pepsi because I’ve sworn Pepsi off to many times to count.
There are too many memories with A, good and some bad. But you never realize how much someone is a part of your life until they are no longer in it. At least half a dozen times I’ve caught myself thinking that A would like this, I would like to take my boyfriend here, and then I remember I don’t have a boyfriend anymore; I ended it with A and there are places I am never going to be able to take him to see and things I’m never going to be able to say.
Working someone who was important out of your life is the hardest part about breaking up. Forgetting your routines and the places you liked to go, forgetting looks between you, forgetting everything. But it has only been 2 days since I decided this was the best path for me to take with my life and even though A is up North at work right now, his ghost is all around me. I wouldn’t take the break up back but I didn’t think being the one who did the breaking up would be so painful.
I know he is much worse for ware then I am, after all I broke his heart. But I just got to the point where I didn’t see a future between us. I couldn’t picture myself saying yes when we wanted to get married in a couple years when after a 3 year relationship he was too afraid to meet my family, the most important people in my life. And if I had left it 2 more years until we wanted to get married I still would’ve said no still. “I won’t take you back,” he told me, but you know what I’m okay with that. I wanted to see what and who else is out there because something just didn’t feel quite right. It was that unsettled feeling inside of me that had me wanting to make a change in my life.
I regret hurting him, I regret the damage I did to him because he loved me a lot and I didn’t love him enough, and I regret this sick feeling inside of me. But even though he doesn’t think so, somewhere there’s someone else for me and him. There is so much possibility out there and I think that’s all I was looking for again.