Love Lost

Love Lost

A Poem by Reilly

I’m not sure I can even recall the beginning

When it all first started

Oh wait…

That’s a lie

Yes I do.

But I didn’t know it was the beginning then

 

You were walking into my house

I was dressed up for the new years party-

and you made one comment to me

that comment has stuck with me

all these years later

you probably didn’t mean it

and another thing you probably didn’t mean…

you didn’t mean to plan a seed

a seed of chance

a seed of doubt

one line and my world has crashed in

in and over itself

this one line

without it I think I could be okay

I think I could try to get past…

The feelings, the subtle hints,

The winks

the stolen glances

oh, the glances

 

 

all it took was one line

“If there was no Mr.”

I didn’t even know it then

It didn’t even strike me

Until the puzzle pieces slowly shifted into place

And then the big picture told a story

That the little things could never tell

 

Is this all one sided?

Is this just in my head?

There’s so many obvious signs

I mean they are so obvious to me

 

All it took was one line

And now my world is imploding

From the inside out

First the heart

Then the skeleton

 

I’m reaching for you

Can you just talk to me

Tell me I’m alone in this

Tell me I’m crazy

Tell me it’s not real

Tell me you hate me

Tell me it’s all in my head

 

Then maybe I will cry for a different reason

 

A love lost

© 2019 Reilly


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sad to realize what another knew but too late IFs hit hardest then ,when we see what we hadn't seen can cause a sense of morosity

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