I was over you,
I had learnt to cook meals for one
To hold my own umbrella under the sun,
To finish my drink alone.
I was over you
My heart no longer skipped a beat
When I walked past your seat
I now kept the bed so neat.
I was past the pain
The dull ache didnt hurt again
I could laugh a little, shun the strain
Forget the lovely times we had
I was healed at last
Gone was the longing and the angst
Buried was the anger that I housed
I was free
Until you
Called
Now my walls fall
All my defences destroyed
Again.
We are so vulnerable to some specific forces...only one call and decisions change. well put.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem cause it rings so true