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Matthew Harlovic May 2016
i planted forget-me-nots
to commemorate the loss
of my first love,
the rock to my moss.

© Matthew Harlovic
Matthew Harlovic May 2016
You said you were scared to lose me.
Perhaps the reason is because all of your
close friends have left except for me.
When I asked you why you were scared,
you said you are scared to lose me because
you love me. I love you too, but know this
love is not fear, and fear is not love.  

© Matthew Harlovic
From youth, not unlike the love
I received from my family, I surmised,
that extended love might be everywhere.
With artless, open arms and heart,
I embraced this simple notion.
In time, sadly this childish wish
was honed to a hard truth by maturation.

Friends and loves come
and go, fleeting in heart,
and committed soul.
Unreliably, flowing in and ebbing out,
like deep undulations of an ocean,
all too often with sneaker waves
that pull us under. Breakers pushing
our ship onto the rocks, in a sea
of shallow unfulfilled expectations.
Encounters becoming disappointment,
with too many frogs kissed.

My educated suspicion is,
beyond our family of blood kin,
Faithful canine love is the only
other "truly committed devotion"
we are likely to get.

In the end, that may well be enough.
Perspective wisdom can be a bitter lesson.
Matthew Harlovic May 2016
I feel a bit tense
because my love
for you
exists in
the past tense.

© Matthew Harlovic
I loved you.
Matthew Harlovic May 2016
I just wish I could make you understand
but words are words so I guess I can’t.

© Matthew Harlovic
If only I could.
Matthew Harlovic May 2016
I wonder if my friends saw you at prom last night,
parading around with your new boyfriend.
I’m sure all stink eyes were on you two,
but you always seemed to like that attention.
I thought you would accompany me to the dance
this year, but you chose to find your own company.
I thought this prom would make up for the one
I never went to, but you didn’t give me the chance.
I know you remember my prom night
because you were there and so was your little brother.
I chose to hang out with you, my best friend,
and go to a movie instead. Though when the talk
about the wonders of prom rolled around, I knew
it meant a lot to you and so I promised to take you,
but I see that my promise will remain unfulfilled.

© Matthew Harlovic
Another prom missed.
Matthew Harlovic May 2016
The last time you called me,
you asked how I was holding up.
I said I was fine, but I should
have told you to read my page.
Since you dumped me, my thoughts
ended up here. I wish you would
scroll through my poetry, starting
with the ones in February because
perhaps then you would understand
how I was holding up.

© Matthew Harlovic
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