Lesson 2

A pity, we were such a fine invention.

We crafted each other. The perfect other.
We crafted it with the bits of our heart
left over from previous breakings.

And

we made a love meant to last.
We really meant it. We meant
to be together, but meaning seldom

makes sense.

Now, since we’re no longer together
I lie in a wreckage alone. I don’t know.
Whether you’ve invented yourself with another.

I don’t know.

All I know is we flew. For a moment.
Yes, that moment will last forever.




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Written on 2024-07-22 at 09:15

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2024-07-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
There is some resolution here, between Lesson 1 and Lesson 2, an understanding of the moment—the value and appreciation of it.

I like what you've done with your stanzas.
2024-07-22


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A perfect poignant evocation of a love now ended; as I know having been there myself.
2024-07-22


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
First class!
2024-07-22


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
oh my!
This is the most beautiful discovery of a gem.
Thanks for being there and writing here.
2024-07-22