Before It Became Poetry

Tears tumble as thoughts turn into words Reliving memories of then and now Hurts and heartaches make their way down Blotting the ink on the dampened page below Am I Mistaken? Misunderstood? Reacting far more sensitively than I should? I struggle to let go, though you already have Such pure oblivion of your wrongdoing and guilt Our bond relinquished, you let it wither and wilt And again, I fight the urge to reach out Before it became poetry, I was Cinderella, you were my Prince It was fairytale-true, soulmate bliss And now, such the sound of a heart-wrenched hiss Oh, such a shame of a love near miss November 6, 2020