Poem: Gone, Gone, Gone.


When the love ran out, we sputtered a bit, breaking up and getting together again just enough that no one could keep score.

And when I finally made the cut that tore, you told me ‘whatever you want’ and I know I hurt you then.

But that was months ago and now you are alright. It seemed fine to me when I was trying to escape, but it hurts a bit because I know you have escaped me too.

And memories assault, you held my hand over every table before the food was served.

You kept me close when we were out at the bar and I couldn’t keep my hands off you.

You found that I was loveable despite being unwell, even when we couldn’t go out as much as you would have liked.

You held me close and we watched TV until it was early morning.

I went to sleep before you, and you went out clubbing, giving up the bed, so you wouldn’t wake me.

You loved me for my family and texted me everyday.

I could tell you everything, and somehow everything was okay,

But those little things, that were terribly big to me, they just weren’t enough to make a match right,

I miss you now, I didn’t before. Now I see, I am alone. Before, I always had you. But I go on because I do, because fairy tales don’t come true.

In real life their are truths we must see, morals and values that match, and a blending of families.

I miss us. But this is life, I move on. There is always a price to be paid and I’ve paid it. Now, I’m outta here. Gone.

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