How Could I Have Been So Wrong
Was it the son,
Or the full moon?
Maybe because it was May and
Gardens were coming to life...
Perhaps the crocus or new spring grass,
Somehow, I thought it all would last.
How could I have been so wrong?
Remember how we talked into the
Early morning, making promises of
Forever.
Promising never to abandon our dreams
Seems we forgot a lot of what was said,
Made hard beds,
Now empty of each other.
My heart yearns and cries, remembering
Days, months, years that lie ahead,
Without you by my side.
How could I have been so wrong?
No matter, you're gone...
I toss your photograph in the fire,
Backing away from the blaze, losing
You in the haze of those forevers
No longer viable.
Cynthia
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