I used to hold onto your words
that love wasn’t always on time
That maybe love
was more like a stubborn flower,
that needed many seasons to bloom
But somewhere along the lines
I realized that our hourglass was titled
That our relationship was built
on a temporary foundation;
lined with excuses
and oh so many
betrals.
And for the longest time
I began to put question marks behind
all your hellos and goodbyes?
Thinking back, I wish I listened
to all the good advice and intuition
I stuffed at the back of my closest
waiting for a later date…..
When I would realize
that you would only ever
see me as a visitor
And since you left,
I was forced to build in your absence-
a place where I learned to properly
treat the new resident
I now call my home.