A Six Month Blackout

 

Fearless decision to reconcile

what was once

and what is here now

no thought of what will

become of this mistake

streams and tributaries

flow together, pouring

slips of time and place

returning in memorial form

what was then, isn't now

and never will be

or can be again

object's span moves to you

she could be close again

but never is it the same as before

tricks of memory highlight her

and she is nothing more

still, you raise her up like a god

you are not worthy of her mercy

still, she controls your heart

careless, she could care less

haphazard risks and men

burn your skin

if ever could you have her again

in minds eye you see her

so comfortable, in your arms

so it was

never will it be again

revenge commonplace, spiteful

old friends lash out

and reject you

you build a new life

independent of her

or so you think

memories tear the walls off your creation

leaving only the roof

to shelter you from the rain

a night's sleep

now cold and damp

nothing is left of what you had

your past is no more

and never again

you're lost; a bum now

sleeping on the streets

avoiding even the remembrance

of her scent

and now life is but a game

of most diligence

and you

swallow yourself up whole

now she

and your past is gone

you begin anew

a creature with no history

gradually you will regain it

finding happiness

over the years

and even now

you cannot truly remember her

a black hole

blacked out to your mind

a new love takes her place

and you have no reason to remember her

perhaps it can be again

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

I enjoyed this piece very much
and understand the emotions that are this piece, I have been there before
these lines
"what was then, isn't now

and never will be

or can be again"
I can relate to this
as if I wrote it myself
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[RareRed]

Great write....I love how you start off wanting her so much but knowing it can't be the same and you end you've found a new love and no need to remember or want her. It makes the reader feel the hurt you begin with and then instill a sense of hope and love again by the end. This is what I was looking for in creating the "Past the Heartache" contest. Thank you for entering the piece and sharing it with me.