Dear my once lover,
How can it be, that I still long for us, even when I now know, the us I long for never existed.
The us, that would fight for each other, endure battles and hold onto everything we had, and everything to come.
How come it be, that I still have an ounce of hope, that maybe just maybe, destiny is on our side.
Even when, I have now seen your happy face, your happy heart, in the hands of your new lover.
She's pretty, she's endearing and a ray of sunshine, just like how I wished I could be.
How I could be the one to connect with you, support you and laugh with you through all seasons to come.
But now I wait, with a heart full of bitterness, a tint of accept and a grain of excitement for the cherry blossoms, to take me back to a time when us was still a thing.
Then maybe, I will be okay with the seasons that have passed. And the months I have left behind since that day the 28th.
Maybe then, my hurt will melt away, as I watch the flower pedals carry our memories to the ground.
One by one, they will paint the ground pink. Just like how I used to see the world from a tinted pink perspective.
And so I hope, that when I stand there beneath the trees, just like in the pretty paintings, staring upon the sky above.
I will feel the warmth of the sun, warmth of your hug, and I will reassured that everything will be alright.
That I will be okay, and that I will get through just fine.
Are you doing fine?
Dear my once lover,
The cherry blossoms are almost here.
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Dear my once lover
PoetryLet's put the past behind us and move forward from the pain. Love, relationships, breakups. They're all difficult to each their own, but just like pain and happiness, they're all a part of life that we need to embrace. That we need to feel, before w...
