Disbelief engulfs me,
Lovingly embracing me,
smothering and drowning me
As I drift, lonely.
Had no idea, I was that vulnerable.
No idea I was at risk.
No plan to face, this kind of twist.
and, knowing me,
An end to love doesn’t exist.
Never learned to put it in past tense.
So here we go,
Without the claim to say I was stolen.
I must have gotten onto my own rollercoaster.
Gone off with my fantasies of you.
Because if you were who I thought I knew.
You would not have deserted my view,
So I’m stagnant in this pain that’s soaring through,
The hopes you built and tore through.
I expected more of you.
Life being what it is, it must go on.
Oblivious to the cracks in the earth that
That spread apart my path.
So on, it is.
There’s corn to mill.
There’s cows to milk
There’s morning dew.
Life will always have spaces to fill.
There are sadder thoughts,
So on we go, individually.
As I dangle.