He felt like the one
Nothing abnormal or questionable
Time passed
Laughs fade
Distant memory compared to when it felt like yesterday
He is not mine
and that is not what hurts
nor lingers in my mind
It is knowing what I felt when I met him,
when I was with him and
when I was apart from him;
another woman will keep his bed forever warm,
see his smile,
feel his touch and that woman…
just isn’t me.
– This is my heart accepting what is.
J. Saunders
