It occurred to me today
That I never wrote a poem
about you
And the thought made me sad
Did you not inspire me?
Did you touch me less deeply than others?
I don't think so
The thought sickens me
And so I pondered at length
Trying to analyze
what may have been different
where some disconnect
may
have happened
And I looked back
through my old poetry
Trying to discern a pattern
Something usual
that was missing with you
I cried a little
as I read through my past
Lovers lost
Lessons learned
And then I realized
Pain is my motivator.
You, darling,
you did not cause me
the kind of pain
I have always felt in the past
You did not harm me
I did not need to purge myself
Bleed agony into words on a page
Before I could even begin
to move forward
You and I did things right
Yes, I wanted more
but above all else
I wanted you in my life
And though I lost us
I did not lose you
That is the difference.
So this is your poem
A poem of thanks
The first of its kind in my journal
Grazie
The Fault
Was in her stars. Healing happens. - slc
Now I know why they all left
Now I know why they all left me. Thank you!