By Linda Crate
in your silhouette
are the bones
of past friendship left
lost to a tidal wave
of my rage
i splintered your ship,
and sang siren songs until
you were the only
survivor;
i know what i did was wrong
but this little mermaid also knows
sometimes we’re not given second chances
even when we want to atone—
i never meant to hurt you,
but i valued my ego more than your love;
and i was so convinced that my take
on our misunderstanding was the right one—
never told you that i loved you
more than a friend,
but i don’t think that matters;
i know it would be a love unrequited because
you always had someone else to hold—
i remember when i visited you
there were so many moments i was alone,
even heard you and your boyfriend making love;
and all i could think was i wasted my time off and my money
to come visit someone who didn’t even want to see
me?
i guess, in the end, we both found out
no one is perfect;
especially the people we love—
but i hoped and i prayed and i cried for so long,
wishing that somehow we could defy the odds;
but i guess it was just easier for you to let me go.
Copyright© 2020 Linda Crate
