T (Poem)
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
You were the one
That got away.
The only one that succeeded
In escaping my way.
Looking at me in a friendly way,
Returning your gaze with pain,
And dismay in my heart.
I know what we had is just myth!
Acting as through nothing happened,
Sleepless nights you give me,
As a gift,
In that obscure way of yours.
I know more about you
Than any friend of mine.
You were my love,
The first to get away.
© 2019 Wendy Engela