Samantha Jayne Rabin Ferrer Poet Free verse

Aichi - April 15, 2026

How would we ever know
if we chose the wrong one?

I used to love the rain 
it wrapped me in innocence,
like laughter echoing in my childhood.
But now it falls like a quiet grief,
from the deepest fibers of my being;
Every drop sharpens the wound,
and the loneliness slowly consumes me from within.

But baby, tell me
how do we truly know
if we chose the wrong one?
I search for answers in the storm,
yet I turn away when they whisper back.
Perhaps I fear the truth
because knowing means
admitting the emptiness was real all along.

And if we did choose the wrong one…
if love was only a borrowed warmth 
are we meant to wander,
haunted by the echo
of a love that was never ours? 

But maybe there was never a wrong one
just a tired one,
a love worn thin by the weight of staying,
a heart that slowly forgot
how to keep holding on.

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