The forgotten one
Behind the witty comebacks and nonchalant assertions,
I spied a heart broken one times-too many.
Of that soul-wrenched pain that only lovers know you were all-too knowledgeable.
But pain had its magnetic pull
Drawing me in when all senses called for fleeing of the scene;
Those eyes that almost never looked, pools of still water,
Drowning all caution and silencing the warning sirens going off within
And that touch that never was?
Seeding nightmares I still shudder to recall
The one that wanted to be forgotten;
But a ghost paying a neighborhood call.
And faithful mind gave to you your heart’s desire, trumping the desires of the heart,
For who can trust what has no “why”?
And there was always the issue of pride;
The mind telling the heart that this time rejection would prove fatal,
The heart responding that Pride comes before a fall.
We argued “Without Pride, you will Fall to find no one to catch you.”