Lost Love Poem by david lessard

I don't want to be the first to say,
'I told you so, ' but I told you so;
This love of ours would never last,
Why was I the final one to know?

Years passed by and you said nothing,
I thought our love was safe and sound;
How wrong I was when it all crumbled,
When I found out, you didn't want me round.

We could have saved ourselves some trouble,
By being upfront and truthful with our life;
Now I'm in a world of constant struggle,
One that's full of misery and stressful strife.

You played along like things were going great,
But the silences between us grew more strong;
And we never aired our differences to one another,
And now, we know too late, that that was wrong.

Divorce is never right, the marriage vows are broken,
The anguish of all the years, goes down the drain;
The weary acts of daily living, try our conscience,
And forever in our past, there lies a ugly stain.

The years of love have flown away in sorrow,
What's up ahead, God only knows;
We're up the creek, without a paddle,
And we're taken where the river flows.