The Here and Now
The Here and Now
I sit here alone, once again.
The cold winds of this valley howl at me,
Making fun of me, mocking all I live for.
“There you sit, you stupid girl!
Waiting once more.”
Waiting.
For the man who said he loved me.
Waiting.
For the one I trusted above all others.
Waiting.?For the pain to subside.
Because he’s not coming home, he lied.
Was it really that hard to see?
If he wasn’t there with you,
Where was he?
With whom?
Just not seeing the elephant in the room.
I wish I had never known him,
Never felt his touch,
Never smelled his scent,
Because this, this has ruined me.
I’ll never love again. Not ever.
Copyright © Elisa Christensen | Year Posted 2016
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