I loved you once, I love you still.
My heart beats understanding that what was
Yesterday was so today could be
Opportunity
Is.
Though yesterday was full of voids and holes
left me looking for answers without proper questions
and questions that you were not ready to answer
I was in a space that had no bright side
we were in two different places
My heart was in
ready to leap
ready to move
ready to cut out dead weight and pick up new responsibility
You were not with me
You were not
You were
You
Ready to pick up what you wanted
doing what you desired
Feeling though you had done enough caring not whether I had grown overworked and tired
Lacking acceptance of my growth and development, nor for what I had aspired
We were full to love each other
We were fools to each other
Fowl
I became tired, then frightened, then done
You became cold
Distant
Uncaring
Over when we were over
I loved you once, I love you still
About the Creator
Regina Stone-Grover
Wmich alum Cmich Alum Psychologist, Poet and Speaker at Free Your Phire. Skilled blogger, ghost writer, researcher. Contact me: [email protected]. Freephire.com
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