That’s not how my vague awareness
Of the whole thing was to play out
I just kept moving forward
Doors or walls
North or south
There are days post ecstatic
I was left lonelier than before
The undertones and afterthought
Pretty sure was my fault
She gave her all to me
I am difficult
As difficult can be
And that’s how I lost her
Gone for good
For her own good
Realizations
Are never too early
Never too soon
danDAman 