Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Cleopatra (poem)

I lost the love of my life.
It's a soothing thought at least,
to believe that it's over,
that that's my part in the story.

It removes the uncertainty,
so I no longer can wonder
if I'll ever love again.
No, this is certain.

I've already memorized my lines,
learned how to stare wistfully
off in the distance as if she was there,
made a playlist titled “one love”.

I've learned to keep pictures with me,
and return to places we'd been
to try and relive those precious moments,
write her name time and time again in my journal.

But I've fooled myself too many times
to fall for this sweet lie of mine.
As much as I want to believe,
it all feels empty.

-Zero

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