Firstly I denied you'd gone,
Thought that you had simply made a mistake and would return,
Denied my part in the mess we created,
Wondering if turning back would be easy.
Moving through the denial, came the anger,
I hated what you were,
Wrote bitter verse of the lesser person you are,
Told myself I wished you dead, that something would befall you,
Quickly I realized that it was my fault,
I planned and plotted, posing myself questions,
Would you come back if I changed? Became different?
But even in the bargaining I knew the truth,
Hardly it hit, but then was the depression.
I left my job, withdrew, took pills,
Longing to be near you and feel your touch again,
Hating myself for pushing you away,
Finally, after all this time, I accepted,
We were never meant to be, and it wasn't our fault,
Life has a funny way of throwing people together,
And as we move on separately I hope we find happiness,
These were my five stages,
Not nice but needed,
And from now on I'll remember you in fonder ways,
Carrying a torch for the very special person you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem