Well, what of that?  (Swan Song)

Well, what of that? (Swan Song)

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Maybe this is the last of it
My swan song

Please.  Oh please.

If I put this all down in words-
please. Will the hurt finally be done?

I am willing to tell the world I was wrong.
and that you were wrong.

(But I still can't shake the feeling that somehow, and in more ways than not, we would have been so right together.)

What of that?
Would this serve some great purpose? 
Like can I now go on without shivering at this monstrous grief, the one I feel every second of the day?

I realize there is nothing I could have done that would have made you love me the way I thought you were capable of.  You were just too scared.

But I can't stand here alone forever, freezing in this cold of winter.
I hope you know that your sun isn't the only paradice in this world
and that I am not meant to freeze from fear of leaving your warmth behind.
So I am going to the ocean again, and this time I will not be searching for you,
no matter how badly I wish I still wanted to.

After all, maybe this is the last of it,
my swan song to you,
the love of my life.
Maybe

© 2014 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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The use of the word "maybe" brings uncertainty.
Once you find the person in which you cannot stop thinking about. A last "song" would be hard to convey.
But then again it's better than putting your dreams out there to the point where it hurts you.
I understand your feeling and bravo.
Good write

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

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