Nothing Missed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where is that 'was' we once had...
Then left behind.
That 'was' that does not exist for us,
Now.
And has not been touched for years.

I often wonder what had happen to that love.
We then couldn't resist to reveal it quick,
The moment we stripped and appeared naked...
With promises never to leave lips locked tenderly.
But today we seem to enjoy separate dreams.

I never thought I would live my life alone.
To come to liking it,
Just as it is.
Without the moods and unexpected tears.

I never thought I would live my life alone.
To come to liking it,
And condoning a reminiscing.
But confessing nothing is missed.