Reminiscence of the obiliterated

The uncertain future felt more real
Than what had already transpired
Did it really happen?
There was no proof
Just the memories of two people
Both of whom, who desperately worked to forget
Or pretended they did
Wishing is one thing
Feeling is real
How could something that was once so solid
Blow away like a ring of smoke
Like words written on water
Disappear without a trace
All that were left were memories
Which seemed so far and distant
Occasionally brought back to the surface
When the heart suddenly decided to be persistent
That it too once loved
And lost
Yet again 

It probably knew that it fought a losing battle
Left alone to handle
A long forgotten tangle

Comments

Jeffy said…
Pain hurts.
True Love is real.
:)

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