It’s not that it’s
Over that bothers me
It’s the picking up
Of all the pieces
This thing of yours
That thing of mine
And what to do
With the things that
Are ours when ours
Is no longer a
Thing and remains nowhere
Where exactly is nowhere
Oh right I know
I’m smack dab in
The middle of it
Finally and at last
He said the words
We’re over we’re done
And now at last
I am free to
Be alone just me
Btw you have no
Idea how being free
Makes me absolutely happy
Freely free makes me
You do know right
That I fell in
Love with you long
Before I touched you
Like the flower that
Felt the sun’s warmth
Causing it to reach
Way higher beyond itself
And then when I
Touched you I knew
That I was your moon
Opposite but as bright
In my own way
We made each other
The things people see
They do belong together
Love is vast it’s
Abundant and delicious and
Full except when pain
Is involved when either
The heart breaks or
The heart aches both
Requiring time for either
Healing or for waiting
Both of which we
Must always endure alone
If love was based
On what rather than
Who then why where
And when wouldn’t exist
