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When Did We Fail?
Questions for the One Who Got Away
Sunday, May 12th, 2024
Just a nice little fictional poem for your evening. Have a good one!
When did it end?
Was it the advice of a friend?
Was it that moment you said we couldn’t fix things?
Or was it long before we even created dreams?
Did you look in my eyes three months ago and finally think, “she’s truly not the one?”
Or was it multiple momentary, fleeting thoughts like that driving you to be done?
When I wore my clothes, did they just not fit the way you wanted them to anymore?
Did you ever love me the way I loved you, deep down in your core?
Did I brush off your feelings in a moment of need that you couldn’t move past?
Was there anything we could have done to make it last?
Did I forget to take interest in your hobbies and passions?
Was it my lack of understanding that caused so much dissatisfaction?
Was there a moment I could have done better?
Was it my lack of cool-headedness, a real fretter?
When did your eyes change from sparkling, shimmering, oceans of awe into deep pits of hatred and cold stares sending shivers down my spine? Everytime we worked through an argument did it stay in the back of your mind?
Did I become everything you never wanted to see?
Sometimes I feel like I’m everything I shouldn’t be…
Questions like these haunt my nightly routine,
and daily, when the suns shining, they come in like beams.
I hear your voice inside my head,
and when I realize you’re gone I feel nothing but dread.
For a moment you came back,
but reparations were left on the Tarmac.
I might see you again,
but your memory is all I have until then.
Goodbye.
