I think it sad when people say
That there is no love lost
Between one person and another
A bridge that can't be crossed
For long ago I met a man
When were were at our worst
And still I look back and I think
On that day we were cursed
We argued loudly in the street
'Til both our voices died
Yet I cannot remember now
A single word I cried
From then on we were enemies
Bringing each other pain
We were filled with malice that
Mere words cannot explain
Our hate-filled battle lasted years-
It waxed and waned with time
There were ruined mail boxes
And shoes covered with grime
Neither of us had happy lives
Both married and divorced-
Photo albums filled with smiles
We can tell are forced
Perhaps the cruelest twist of fate
Is realizing too late
That what I thought an enemy
Could have been a soulmate
I'm sitting now in front of him
In an old nursing home
And as he gently combs my hair
I let my aged mind roam
We've been together for a month
Which may not seem like long
But he makes each day feel like
I am living in a song
Could this have been the life I had
If we had let hate go?
Is it better that I do
Not ever get to know?
Mayhaps it is foolish to grieve
The life we never got
Or wish that we just had not met
In that horrendous spot
But I can't have either one
And so instead I'll mourn
All the love we lost that day
When our hatred was born
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
