I told myself
That I’d write a three part love poem that had a very happy ending.
So certain how it would play out that I scribbled in the conclusion before the beginning.
I spoke of wedding bells and happy days,
Only to end with a leading actress wearing no face.
I’m writing a three part love poem and I no longer know who it’s about….
After the loudest whispers and quietest screams there’s only confusion to be sorted out.
So now I say I started a three part love poem that ran out of love before I ran out of words to say
I suppose that's why I talk in circles until my words to drift up and away.
I don’t know if I'm writing "it’s nice to meet you" or "it was good knowing you",
But,
I’m writing…
I’m living…
I’m losing…
Love…..
Forever...