There was so much we never did together, places to go and other lands to try, so much we could have learned about each other, so many things to say before goodbye.
Nobody ever knew how much I suffered, but, using all the strength that I could find, I always coped. My strategies were successful, the ache of separation left behind
So many times the same has happened to me, and every time the anguish will restart, just as intense. Although it's so familiar, regret comes like a band around my heart.
Falling in love, each time's a new experience; the same thing goes for learning how to part.
A big thank-you to Mary Elizabeth for her very welcome contribution, which has turned this into a proper sonnet. If you havenβt seen the first version, it's a few posts back in my stream, but this is better.