Was mine
poem by:
Aina A
Written
on Jun 03, 2018
So I had it.
I had the wonderful entwining with another.
It left a sadness though within me.
This is because I knew that it was all that it could be.
The painful thing is all the flashbacks, and knowing that there is no going back.
No way to live it through again or stop it from beginning.
These days I hope that my sad, ageing mind will serve me well in a forgetting function.
To let my heart be peaceful and not resentful.
Adieu it says.
As it waits and waits
For that dull ache
To cease
To cease from bothering and hurting me
