She said your name yesterday
It wasn’t the fact that she said it that took me aback
It was with the naïve and almost joyous tone that she spoke your name.
Of course, it was natural for her to be happy.
She saw that you brought me happiness,
And she probably bought the sugarcoated truths we told her.
About how distance took us apart,
Or maybe how it just wasn’t the right time.
By buying into the doctored truths we told, it probably gave her a sense of hope.
Distant opportunities, that one-day further down the road
We’d be together.
Although when I heard your name, it all came back.
The truth unfolded itself within my mind.
It was bitter and raw.
Flashing back through the all of the memories,
One thought lingered in my mind:
Sometimes, love dies.
At that instant I returned to reality,
And the only word I could muster up in a stoic tone laden with defeat was:

“Oh.”

*- j.m.