Some stories just don't have a happy ending,
no matter how hard we try to bend them,
change their course, or sway their ending,
to fit the perfect plot we've envisioned.
They remain a bitter reminder,
etched in our hearts and memories,
with a tinge of pain that lasts forever,
reminding us of what could have been.
I remember that summer day like yesterday,
the sun was high, the sky a brilliant blue,
and you smiled at me, your eyes a shade of gray,
a snapshot of a moment I can't undo.
You were the love of my life,
my shining star in a darkened sky,
but fate had other plans in mind,
plans that would tear us apart and make us cry.
We promised to love each other always,
to be there through thick and thin,
to hold each other in the darkest of days,
and to never let despair seep in.
But life is unpredictable and cruel,
it snatches away what we hold dear,
and leaves us with a gaping hole,
that we try to fill with memories and tears.
You left me on that autumn day,
no goodbyes, no explanations,
just a note that said you couldn't stay,
leaving me alone with my frustrations.
I tried to find you, to make things right,
to understand why you had to leave,
but you were nowhere in sight,
and I was left with a heart that grieves.
Days turned into weeks, weeks to months,
and months to years of agony and pain,
until I saw you again, by happenstance,
on a crowded street on a rainy day.
You were with someone else, holding hands,
smiling at each other like we once did,
and my heart shattered into a million strands,
leaving me with a feeling of being outbid.
We talked for a while, you and I,
caught up on old times and new,
but the pain of losing you never died,
and the love I once had for you.
You told me you had moved on,
that you had found someone to love,
and that I should do the same and not long,
for a story that was long overdue.
I nodded, understanding what you said,
but deep down, I knew it wasn't true,
for my heart belonged to you instead,
and no one else could ever do.
That moment on the crowded street,
became a bittersweet snapshot in my mind,
of a love that was once complete,
and a story that could never unwind.
Some stories just don't have a happy ending,
no matter how much we wish they would,
and they leave us with a heart that's mending,
hoping to love again, but never quite as good.
CZYTASZ
Unspoken Melodies: Poems That Sing
Poezja"Unspoken Melodies" is a poignant collection of poems that traverses the depths of human emotion, unveiling the unexpressed desires, dreams, and sorrows that often remain hidden within the heart. Through lyrical verses and evocative imagery, this bo...
