Jan 2, '25
rainbow in the sky on the day when I first seriously considered her. The possibility of her. But then I beheld your eyes more (objectively) and saw there something not so bright as the future I had envisioned for us.
What a pained blow to the heart that was.
What was all the fuss about?
What is it that I can believe in now?
Certainly not you. Not that vision I had. I learned.
I learned that love never fails. And so what that means:
You don’t love me (anymore)—or did you ever. Well, like I said; love never fails. So, I must conclude that you never loved this dude.
Despite what your lying lips murmur. You don’t realize that you’ve really let a good one go as well as a good thing. But I now know, goddamn it; what I should have known.
Wait… was it ever a good thing? I hear you whisper through the phone;
“Yes.”
You say this in response to the question—no—statement that I’ve just made; I had said:
“It was good while it lasted.”
You affirm that statement—to ease guilt? Or should I take you at your word. I could. For my own good.
That would do me good, and maybe some way / somehow my decision to take you at your word does you good.
Oh, one more thing—before I said goodbye that one last time; I remember saying—
“Well, I’ll have a hard time replacing you… but I will.”
The year is now 2025. You’re five years gone.
I still have yet for someone better to have loved me.