Love never failed you.
You keep living in this place,
I’ve seen the pictures, but
it doesn’t exist anymore,
a mere fantasy of past, convoluted
by memory and interspersed with
with weeds of your exclusive perception.
A girl with a shy smile, t-shirt
and jeans, she walks in your
shared space, and the colors fit her.
Loose pony tail, hurriedly done,
no make-up, no jewelry,
as if you’d surprised her with the
She wasn’t someone
I would have taken for you, but her
eyes conveyed a simple message,
and for what you missed, I cannot say.
This ended. You and I both know.
And you thought I was like her,
felt the same energy of storm,
and a heartbroken vibration that
echoes from the depths of our eyes.
Whatever failed you was
not love. No fault in a person
who is not her, no
reconciliation through your agony.
You ignore the state you are in,
but sooner or later,
it will catch you, cornered and alone,
and consume you whole.