Triumph

Sometimes it strikes me. How unaware you are. 
The words you speak. The harm they inflict. 
Or worse, the denial, as if truth could simply vanish.
But love…it is absent.

You call only to boast of your effort, 
The concern that could keep us close is missing. 
Absent from a heart whose depths you can’t reach. 
And still…it hurts. 

If even a sliver of hope remained to reach you.  
If even a small chance existed, 
I would tell you what I long for you to hear. 
But hope…it is gone. 

I am not doomed to bear the blame, 
so your hands can be clean. 
Yet, one day. Maybe. I’ll thank you.  
Though…not today.

In time, I’ll be grateful you broke my spirit.
For it is through that, I found her.
Oh how I wish you could meet her. 
She is…love.
 
And I love her. I do. Deeply. 
The woman I have become. 
The light inside her, how it shines. 
She has…peace.
 
Seeing now what could have been yours. 
I ache for your loss. 
How can I hold my hurt  when in the end, 
It is you…who lost.

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