He left my heart
Almost as quickly as he entered,
But he left my soul
A piece of his
As a gift, I suppose.
I hate the wasted energy
I put into his heart,
And yet I can never regret a moment
Or any tear
I shed for him.
He left my heart
As quickly as he entered,
With a wave of memories
Trailing behind.
He might have walked out
Of this heart,
But the drops left behind
On this soul
Will never dry.
He left my heart
As quickly as entered it.
But his muddy shoeprints left
In my mind,
Where his essence will lay,
Will bide forever.
It’s bittersweet, really,
Yet the bitter overtakes me,
And the sweet.
I feel sad
In knowing that it is over,
But I smile
Knowing that I’ve happily loved.
Because how many people can say
They have really, truly loved?
I can. And that’s all we can hope for.