A Moment, And Then Another Poem by robert seminara

The widest valley could be filled
with whats between us.
I lied.
You lied better.
I did not care at times.
I wont pretend to know if you
did.
I've been with the cure to a mans
blues many times since.
Is it really such a mess?
Yes it is.
I was foolish to love you.
Fools always love.
Always deeply it would seem.
Your golden hair spilling down your
back like a sunset.
Your eyes a fools demise.
I know I have heart enough to love
a new. Foolishness Is not curable it would
seem.
But in those moments you were true, even
if only to your own body when we made something
like love, those are the engines of regret.
And what I think of when I want to miss you.
Everything else was just movements in between.