Little signs fall in line
sense comes to the once dumb
the Once Blinded by Love
All now miraculously given Sight!
And what a fright---you planned our Deaths,
the End of Us.
Romantic Things was all I could plan
unaware of the texts from another man
One who would come away and re-capture your sweet heart.
My eyes fill with tears.
'Wait for me' you text...which,
to an Old Dog like me means
Stay---Be Good---Don't Follow Me
into the Fray of Nexts
I'm lately soaked from my own eyes.
I couldn't see beyond my nose,
Your love, that---when proposed
would last more than a season?
Surely, I supposed! We started to build the foundations.
But now the memories burn
vignettes of Us return
to show all along you planned an Exit
went with the plan that might least burn,
then lit the fire which would ignite, burn bright,
leave me with a lesson to learn,
This hurts more when I look into this Fall,
a coming coldness we would share,
snuggle deep, under covers share stale air,
You couldn't even wait on turning leaves,
leaving my heart and life in despair.
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