Poems From The Humble Heart

Was

Was is a horrible word.
It leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.
It feels so cold and empty and so often it's laced with regret.
Every time I use that word I feel like I've been punched in the gut.
She WAS my best friend.
She WAS so beautiful.
She WAS the light of my life.
It's the harsh reality of speaking of someone in the past tense that I hate so much.
I miss what not so long ago used to be my present.
I hate that IS is now WAS, HAS is now HAD, ARE is now WERE, DOES is now DID, I LOVE her is now I LOVED her.
Loved her.
That one hurts the most.
I didn't USED to love her. I didn't stop loving her after she passed on. I still DO love her, regardless of what tense she now exists in.
I will love her for as long as I exist.