still writing poetry
on a love we thought could be.
still moving slowly
from the thought of you and me.
new arms wrapped around me,
holds me longer than those 4am calls.
holds me closer,
i have let down my walls.
while i was waiting for you,
you moved on
before i even knew.
now a new love has taken on your role.
i grew,
almost unrecognizable.
you saw it
but still chose to ignore it
for short nights of pleasure.
one mans trash became another mans treasure.