Always Mine

I never needed your love,

though it seemed like the thing to want

at the time,

like everyone else was reaching for it

as if it were some kind of fruit

on a tree that only grew for others.

But as it turns out,

I never needed it at all.

It was always mine,

wrapped up in the quiet places

where I went looking for something

I was already carrying,

like a coat on a warm day.

So I let it go�"

your love,

and the idea of it

drifting like a balloon in the wind.

Now I stand here

with what’s always been mine,

the love that never asked for anything

but to simply be.

Reviews

[YvetteMarieG]

I have to say that this poem was profound.