It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.

People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.

I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.

**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.

I can't believe it
I've waited for this moment all my life
I've waited for her to break his heart
To leave him

But why?
Why do I feel pain?
Why does it hurt?
Why am I not happy?
Why?

Maybe it's because he's hurt
He feels pain
He's not happy
Maybe that's why

I can see it in what he writes
He still loves her
Cares for her
Wants her back

Or maybe it's the fact that he's  still not mine
Or it's because he still loves her
Or he doesn't notice me as her replacement,
it's because he sees me as a sister or a friend

I might not be those things
But for me he'll always be


...Him.

Her soul her beauty her passion
Was just the little things there's more to mention
She had dreams like ballet and dancing
She was almost there but life gave her a ring

That ring gave her a man she thought she would love
But this is how her dream flew away like a dove
'its stupid' he said
All the words getting in her head

She was depressed and anxious about his opinion and threat
So she hid it from him there was nothing more to say
She did it and she stayed away
To think he loved her to think he cared to this his love he could always share

She hid this for a year or two
Until he found out about it from his crew

He sighed and got mad
Though he truly loves her he always have had
So as a husband he did his role
And nourished her life and soul