A Memory's Visit Poem by Ana Pineda

It's ironic,
How prepared and unprepared I was.
I was prepared to accept your decision,
I accepted it a long time ago.
For you to continue your journey without my company.
I'm guessing there was still a glimpse of hope,
That it could have survived.
But what is hope,
If the other party has none to give.

You left,
I told you not to worry about me.
But I lied.
I lied to myself,
I lied to my heart.
My mind didn't mind losing you.
But my heart; my loving heart,
wasn't prepared to let you go.


I traded the aching and agony of my heart,
For my love for you.
I realize now, that I played a dangerous game.
For cheated the master of my life
And he has now come to collect his debt.
To this day, am still indebted.

It's true what the old folk say;
It's better to have loved and lost
Than have not loved and lost!
I am content,
To have gotten to love you and lost you.
I would have been miserable if I had lost you but not loved you as well.
It's better than you dying and leaving me to roam this Earth alone.

I can't deny how much I miss you,
How much it hurts,
How tempting it is,
But I decided on that day,
For you and me,
To keep my vow.

Ana Michel Pineda