Her scent hit me like an ache,
And I was sore again.
I feel the influx of bile rise,
At my inability to restrain.
I only want to drink from this.
I want her to be happy,
But I don't want to watch it.
She's no longer mine,
She's his, and I can't stop it.
She'll move on and be ok,
Of that I'm assured.
I know it was mutual,
But I can't help feeling lured
Into a trap that wasn't made of net.
No lenitive words will heal,
Or begin to help me forget.
Picking out her things from mine,
Trying to leave the past behind.
I took a breath and I was home,
Embracing once again.
Finding pieces of her,
Scattered among pieces of me.
Once solid, now many.
My heart still peaks at every word,
Hoping its for me.
Conflicted within,
Convicted again.
Parting is always with some sorrow, but, you will live. Finding her will come and it will be suach a joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a passionate piece. When she realises what she is missing, she will back cause you loved her from your heart......