Epiphany
Talking a big game,
about the one
that got away.
She grew wings in our union
that turned to black
when we parted
and never turned to look back.
So caught up in a whirlwind,
passing the faces
that meant so much,
beaming in the acceptance.
With no remorse on those lips,
only resolve,
strong will, with a foundation
sitting on a fine line,
between what she views as right and wrong.
Examining the memories
that she ran off to replace,
pulling apart the
promises made in vain,
The dreams she stole and tucked under pillow...
And I smiled
because I realized,
finally
from the paths laid out before us,
that I never had to let go,
because it was her who lost me.
about the one
that got away.
She grew wings in our union
that turned to black
when we parted
and never turned to look back.
So caught up in a whirlwind,
passing the faces
that meant so much,
beaming in the acceptance.
With no remorse on those lips,
only resolve,
strong will, with a foundation
sitting on a fine line,
between what she views as right and wrong.
Examining the memories
that she ran off to replace,
pulling apart the
promises made in vain,
The dreams she stole and tucked under pillow...
And I smiled
because I realized,
finally
from the paths laid out before us,
that I never had to let go,
because it was her who lost me.