Rendezvoused Poem by Katherine L. Sheffield

It’s all the same, but it isn’t

We sat there-

where I used to sit-

on sunny afternoons-

before I knew you-

but with someone else.

I don’t regret it,

but I couldn’t forget it-

it’s been ingrained on my mind.

I’ve been here before,

in the literal sense,

and it’s just a pretense of what is to come.

You hadn’t a clue that I’ve been here before-

just like this-

except only in the day

and the fact you don’t love me-

anyway, it’s all the same-

but it’s not.

© 2008 Katherine L. Sheffield


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