TIL the pen runs dry

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...