It wasn’t with you,
nor her,
a stranger I suppose,
someone with a heart.
a value for life, for love,
the human compassion of a giving soul,
yet,
it wasn’t you,
nor her,
a stranger I suppose
someone with a heart
that left me feeling more alone,
than I might ever imagine,
a flood of tears would
follow then,
in the quiet of a lovely spring night.
A sunset over the horizon
slowly dipping into the clouds,
but yet enough to want to share
with you,
not her,
and this stranger so kind and giving
yet still
I left the walk
and felt the tears begin to gather,
so many questions,
such wonder
how could it be that I feel so lost
when I am giving this new identity
a home in my own silent self.
It wasn’t with you,
nor her
a stranger I suppose
someone with a heart.
I found myself crying alone,
wondering if there may ever be … you.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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