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Choices made in life.
Why am I so blind to possibilities
of the negative?
As many times as life has disappointed,
why does the pain always take my breath away?
I should be used to it by now.
I miss him
- & I haven't left him yet.
But I can feel the separation occurring -
The tearing at my heart,
My spirit slowly dying,
As I try to deal with my lonely tomorrow's.
Seldom seeing him,
trying to be accepting and
satisfied with those few occasions.
The crack in my heart growing as cavernous
as the times I will lose,
the moments I will miss,
the memories that will never be mine.