Bubbles.

Woe to you, my beautiful darling,
Oh all the memories we've shared,
All the good, the bad, the beautiful,
And I do wonder if you ever think of me,
Of what we had,

Of what we were.

I dwell constantly on you,
All that you were,

All that we were,
All that I was.

I think of what was,
What is,
What could have been.

Don't let me think of you for too long,
I fear I'll never stop,
I fear that I will love you for always,
Surely that must be a fate worse than death.

Years from now I shall see your face in my head,
You're captivating eyes engraved into my brain,
Forever and always,
While my image drifts farther and farther away from you,
Until nothing but short, cute memories are left.

Nothing of sweetness,
Nothing of meaning,
Nothing to remind you of my love.

Questions, doubts, fears,
They all race across my brain,
And to none will I have an answer, or condolence.

I'll get nothing from you ever again, not even a hello.

And I'll fade away.... Far, far away......

Reviews

[Michael X]

This poem is sincerely written with a precise form in line breaks, I like the motion and flow
and the dark meaning, reminds me of the broken heart's regretful song of agony and beauty,
you did a nice job on this.

[Vanessa]

This was sad, in a way. I loved that I really understood, felt the same about some other situation, even.
That made this even better.

--vk