Whispered Wanderings

Looking Back

I miss who I was with you
that version of myself so rarely seen
I’m not sure I know her at all.
Wish I understood what happened to us:
that for so many years I couldn’t walk away
Until the day I did,
still wishing you would stop me.

But of course you let me go.
What else could you do?
You knew I was never yours to hold!
Yet still,
my betraying heart continues with its
quietly wanting more…
Ah, but more of what? I ask.
Perhaps there was never anything to build upon.

So

I sit at my keyboard
forcing feelings into hollow words
still unwilling to believe
that I ever really had a choice.

klm
4/8/22