why do we spend our whole lives
falling in and out of love
as easy as slipping on a new
pair of socks each morning
and I know it hurts
I know it hurts when
love breaks down the middle
like tearing a sheet of paper
in two and leaving the edges
jagged and raw
but what is it
inside of us
that makes us give up
on the one person
we know was our soulmate
the one person
with whom the memories
were easy and free as birds
flying away into the sun
and bats fluttering around the moon
in the sinking twilight
what made us so reluctant
to admit that he was just
so right for us
but we let him
go
because we were scared to
show our love
deep and heavy
as the ocean full of
silvery gold
and coins
of
hope
and
faith
what made us
so suddenly
willing to
settle
for
less?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem