Because You Doubted It Poem by RIC BASTASA

That first day
the house was clean
everything was in order
the lawn was
well manicured like
your nails

love was young
and its best foot was
stepped
forward

The rest became part
of history

The house fell
dirt and dust was all over the
yard
the garden was gone
your nails uncut
and you keep on saying

it is all because love
is gone
and you are telling it to
the wind

and you never let him
hear it.

love gets old and
it too learns to forget

you doubt it
that is the real reason