Almost 6 years later, you are now someone that I used to know. Someone I had spent a lot of time with. Someone I had spent a lot of time without.
You loved me, while I relied on you. Then I loved you, and you relied on me. We both confused our needs for love. You were loyal to me even if I had others, which is what I needed. I was loyal to you even if you had your mind on another, which is what you needed.
In the end, we're done. But I still try to create a clone of you in my dreams. There, I can make you do what you used to want to. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me. You serenade me with words of love like a bird song in the resurrection of spring. You're loyal to me once again.
I admit I was the writer of this story, but you were the editor. I now realize, your criticism was what I needed at the time. But now the book is published and our business together is over. 6 years of hard work came out to be a best selling love tragedy.
YOU ARE READING
Moans in the Wind
PoetryWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
