The Greatest wisdom
Is not taught

Anyhow you will learn
With time
If you understand
What is not said

Your personal wisdom
Is not
Written in most read books
No need
To join renouned universities
You will not learn it
From the noble teachers
It may not have many audiences
It is strictly customized
Just for you

You will learn it from
The Pretenders
The Traitors
The Failures
The Haters
The Actors
When you wake up

And when I say
I once was stupid

Underline that

I didn’t understand the power of touch
Until your grip loosened
Your passion died
And you avoided my body

I didn’t understand the power of eyes
Until yours lingered to anywhere but mine
Your stares lost the weight of love that was once present
And your attention was elsewhere

I didn’t understand the power of reciprocity
Until I realized that my desires for you continued to grow while yours dimmed
Your mirror broke and shattered
And with it your effort to challenge my love for you to new heights like we did before

I didn’t understand the power of tone
Until yours was put to death absent of the life in which you used to speak with when you spoke about and to me
Your content was sweet but your tone was bitter
And you no longer spoke in poetic cursive that screamed your infatuation for me

I didn’t understand how loss teaches value
Because I never thought I’d lose these aspects
I took for granted the degree in which I found pleasure in the little things
In the manner which you
Caressed my skin
Held my gaze
Matched my hunger for you
Spoke about me or when you spoke to me
Don’t get me wrong
You still do some of these things
But not to the same degree
That you used to
And I never noticed
That those moments would be of great value
Until I lost them
Now longing for when they come back