I wanted it to be real
The name that popped up
Out of nowhere on my screen,
A month too early
To be the ghost of Christmas past,
Haunting none the less,
Massively disappointed when
I learned the girl on the other end
Was not her,
All this time later and I’m still
Waiting for that flash in the dark
That moment when it was real,
A moment I assumed since
Would never come
And when it did,
it was not what I thought it was,
the final nail that seals fate
telling me it will never
again be real,
just a perpetual figment
of my imagination,
a bit of undigested meat,
while I drag behind me
the heavy chains of regret,
each link linked to those
things I thought I might
outlive, link after link
clinking with each step I take,
Bob Marly warning me about
Being so selfish
Link after link
Leaving me unable
To think of anyone else
But her.
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