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When he blew into my life,
           I was a flower, just starting to bloom.
With high velocity, 
             he tried to uproot me from solid ground.
I gave him my heart
           but  all the while - I was thirsting, thirsting. . .
for even half the consideration 
              I displayed for him
     to be returned somehow to me.

But it seems my whirlwind romance
            was all inside my pretty little head,
for it certainly was not the reality of what we really had.
      Yet, OH! How very real it was to me.
Poetry flowed through me,
               and I learned this was my way
      of nourishing my soul, allowing me to cope.
With the outpouring of my emotions into poetry
      I could put my disappointments onto paper,
release my anguish into something more concrete!
Words became my anchor; for in the words of my poems
                 I ultimately found my clarity.

Through the outpouring of my soul, 
         I would sometimes excuse his thoughtlessness.
     The desire was in his eyes, but his actions belied it.
I would ask myself how he could not return to me
              that same-felt love he had to be seeing in my  eyes.
And for a time, 
                I took from him
       any ray of sun that he chanced to shine on me
                                                                   with his smile.
That is. . .until the day I saw him
               with his wife.
Later, I pressed him and he confessed it all.
How yes, he had a wife. He’d simply never told me.
All those times he passed near me
        like a warm breeze wafting into my day,
all those times he flirted so outrageously
yet not wanting to take me out        into the open. 
            It all made perfect sense now. 

I wilted 
          and yet,
                 I was thankful I had never let
him pluck me up, 
          as romantic as it might have been.
I learned in time
         that his half a heart was,
                      in fact, a half 
of nothing.

Written 1/11/2016 
For the "Any Poem Not For A Contest, Ever" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
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