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