This.Was.Love.

Inhale. Slowly. I hold my breath.
Exhale. Sadness. Til there’s nothing left.
I’m broken. Shattered. A black hole of misery.
Depression. Regret. A bad case of vulnerability.
I am flawed. Imperfect. A beautiful mess.
Too much and yet not enough, I confess.
But I’m honest. I said this. I told you these things.
And you said you saw magic instead of scrapes and dings.
Though experience had taught lessons in leaving.
My heart wanted to experience believing.
My head analyzed every word, every touch and action
Until determining with unequivocal satisfaction

This. Was. Love.

Our bellies were filled with laughter.
We’d found our happily ever after.
Long car rides, slow dances in the kitchen,
A love true and beyond suspicion.
Comfortable. Custom made – just for me and you.
Until I didn’t fit anymore, and you withdrew.
There are secrets that time does not share.
There are searches for answers not there.
Intuition makes me full of woe.
But there’s one thing I do know.

This. Was. Love.

Inhale. Slowly. Take a deep breath.
Exhale. Sadness. Cerebral death.