Nature is not a lot like Love

Feelings towards a love that once was.

Nature and the sound of nature is lovely.

In the trees a bird sings and chirps a happy song.

--Now, perhaps I am convinced it is a sad song.--

It is a peaceful place where we used to go together.

But I’m alone today.

Instead of enjoying his strong embrace,

I've been daydreaming about him, who, yesterday,

told me I was perfect.

He said was glad he had the chance to be with me.

That he appreciates me more than I could possibly understand.

He says he is the person he is because of me,

He said that I was the love of his life.

All was perfect except for one word--was.

The word echoed in my ear.

I devoted my attention, my energy, my love,

My being,

All towards him and he simply appreciates it.

I cannot understand why, or how,

Feelings change so fast.

But they can, they do, and there is no hope in changing them back.

It's raining now and after looking desperately for my shelter,

He is not here.

I hide from the rain under a tree.

Like the rain falls, my tears do as well--softly at first,

Then ferociously. But deep down, I know every storm dries up eventually.

It is hard to accept. I wish I could change it.

But, well, I can’t.

I cannot control him, or us, anymore than I can control

The direction the wind causes the trees to sway,

Or which song the bird sings,

Or if it even sings at all.