lost him

she lost him, though he never knew
she thought of him at all;
so many dreams of what they’d have
have slipped beyond recall —

she sees him there, with someone else,
and feels a sort of stir,
then wonders what she could have done
to make him long for her

there is a type of tractless grief
that’s not on any grid;
to miss what she has never had,
and things she never did

a fire that burned for seasons:
summer, winter, spring, and fall —
she lost him, though he never knew
that she loved him
at all


© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – In love couple sitting on the floor holding hands

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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