“Tonight I Can Write”
Tonight I can write to the love I lost.
I can offer him words I always meant but never said
and continue to agonize over things I’ve said
but never meant
hopelessly awaiting the return of the bitter satisfaction I once found
within his sincere pessimism; my darkened admiration intertwined
with the horrible truth inside me
I can never be her…
Tonight I can write to the love I lost
I’ve written about missing him
which saddened me…
Yet to think of the times when I haven’t written of him
and haven’t missed him
this saddened me even more.
Losing love in the sense of love lost
bares numerous interpretations;
In my understanding, it was not he that I lost
but the love we once possessed that I can only write about.