Dear Ex Lover (A Poem)
Dear Ex Lover (A Poem)
Introduction
We all get mad when horrible things happen and we get real mad and sometimes we hurt ourselves. Don’t stay mad too long. Don’t hurt yourself too bad. We’re human but don’t stay down too long. Don’t you waste your life in them dark rooms by yourself.
Reflections on Love
Dear Ex-Lover, do you remember when we thought conversing over astrology intertwined our souls in cosmic measures? I’ve come to terms with the fact that, at one point, you loved me on purpose. You knew how many breaths it took for me to fall asleep. I used live for caught glimpses of you, I dreamt of kisses that never manifested. And I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I loved you from the moment you existed. I’ll find peace in the idea that our souls will pass one another again, just as the stars step behind the curtain while the sun prepares for her daily debut.
Unanswered Questions
We never got to talk about where we’ll meet each other in our next lives. I wanted to schedule dances on the breeze across the world as dust together. I wanted to talk about the lessons we would’ve taught our children who will never even exist anymore. Should I remind you that you gave me things that I never knew I needed? Should I remind you that my heart still doesn’t beat the same as it did before you left? Do you think God will ever forgive us for all the things we never became? Will our hearts forgive us for all the love that we wasted?
Closure
Loving you, the way I did, felt like the only thing I ever did right in this life and still, you did me wrong. But dear Ex-Lover, please take care of the pieces of me lost in you that I’ll never get back. I understand that you couldn’t tame my garden, but I’ll never pick the dandelions that you sprouted. Dear Ex-Lover.
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