I told myself
That I’d write a three part love poem that had a very happy ending.
So certain how it would play out that I scribbled in the conclusion before the beginning.
I spoke of wedding bells and happy days,
Only to end with a leading actress wearing no face.
I’m writing a three part love poem and I no longer know who it’s about….
After the loudest whispers and quietest screams there’s only confusion to be sorted out.
Now I say I started a three part love poem that ran out of love before I ran out of words to say.
I suppose that\'s why I talk in circles until my words to drift up and away.
I don’t know if I\'m writing
\"it’s nice to meet you\"
or
\"it was good knowing you\",
But,
I’m writing…
I’m living…
I’m losing…
Love…..
Forever...