Untitled Love Poem #2

I thought I was done.
No more words
no more sorrow
no more hitch of breath
when these memories cross my mind.
Brokenhearted
sadness tinged remembrances
viewed through reality
knowing what was coming
knowing how it would end
bittersweet
yet I would do it
all over again.
Settling over me
mist of time
recalling moments
magic
small tear escaping
our good times
were so damn good
we fit together.
The ending
volcanic catastrophe
numbing my soul
numbing my affections
turning us daft.
Regret nothing
I do not.
Wait…..
I do have regret
nothing to do with you
to do with myself….
I regret my panic.
I regret my decision to stay.
I regret believing you 
as you told me it would be fine.
I do not regret
our love
our time
for what you gave to me
what you taught me
are lessons
no one else could have.
You built my confidence.
You built my art.
You built my belief in me.
You pushed me 
made me more myself.
Always will I love you
even as 
we do part.
©May 18/19
Picture via Pinterest found for me by The Eclectic Contrarian
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

24 thoughts on “Untitled Love Poem #2”

  1. I like the way that you are trying to introduce a second voice here, almost a different side of you looking at another perspective. I think there are many who might well share the sentiments that you express. Sometimes that contrast between loving and abuse can be really volcanic and break minds as well as hearts.

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