The Things I Got Used To

I got used to your hi's and your hello's, 
Your smiles, your stares,
the stories and the jokes;
 
I got used to your sweetness and your surprises; 
The endless conversations and the laughters;
 
I got used to our love,
our sweet affair;
Your touch, your kiss,
the moments that we shared.
 
And then I got used to our differences...
the space we gave each other;
The days we didn't talk,
the times we didn't care
 
I got used to your silence;
the many times I asked to speak and you didn't respond;
Your absence while we were together,
'til the time you're actually gone.
 
I got used to hurting,
to the silent tears I cried;
but still I waited,
'til I finally just got tired.
 
Now I smile as I recall;
I got used to missing you...
and then not missing you at all.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Sietesantos Avatar
June 6, 2014 at 3:22 PM
Great write - well done! Kindest regards.
Conge Avatar
November 11, 2014 at 12:11 AM
Thanks Pandita. Glad to know you liked the poem. - JC
Allison Avatar
June 1, 2014 at 4:59 AM
Oh such a deep and sad write describing the break up of a relationship so so well. Think many of us can relate to this write it is beautifully written. Hugs Jan xxx
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