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This Is How To Let Go And Regret Later | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu



POEM 204: THIS IS HOW YOU LET GO AND REGRET LATER

to cherish so much, so true

to sing 'together forever'
and give pinky promises

to anticipate the first time
and imagine the bliss of cloud nine

to meet and heartbeats race for cuddles and kisses

to steal what's ours
and steal away before dawn dawns

to watch one suffer in silence
for want of more that'll never come

to be far away from what was expected
and what was seen

to be there as he slowly fall to the rubble
of many emotional trouble

to hear voices that never spoke
when he tickled your wet fold

to withdraw from further fires
and freeze up in scriptural ice

to reach out again
but rather too late
because the tides pulled him away
further and further from hope
into another dame's home

to never ending spiral of regret
his hurting heart slipping
from your fingers typing
messages he'd read and bleed

to nights of pillow wetting
with tears he would've evaporated

to days, to months, to years
of talking to your shadow
in low remorseful tones

It isn't your fault that love turned sour
but blood still runs
cisterns still breaks
ducts still burst
you still remember
he was the one you lost forever

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