You Were The Best... Poem by david lessard

You were the best,
that ever happened to me;
you were the one, the number one,
but you never stopped to see.
You never stopped to really see,
the way my heart fell for you,
the way I loved you,
the way I once loved you.

The best wasn't best for me,
when what we had fell swiftly,
from a sightless tree,
like a rotted apple,
it all came tumbling down,
and when it reached the earth,
it died, without a breath,
without a sound.

The best for me was over,
and now I search my heart,
wondering what happened,
what drove us two apart,
what happened to the love,
it was there at the beginning,
at the start.

The best is long ago,
it's dreaming dreams
of better times,
it's mulling over,
broken vows and ringing chimes,
and dealing with
.unseen and present signs.