Reckoning

Poetry should sometimes be simple.

The least words to paint with.

Simple and direct as can be.

To say that I loved you immensely.

That I am hollow with you gone.

I pray at night for you to love me again.

I cannot be with another because I think of you.

Your picture and gifts are never far from me.

I dwell on every moment we had.

I read again all your notes and messages.

I drown in what ifs and maybes.

That I no longer have self worth not knowing if you ever loved me.

To know that you have chosen others over me over the years kills my soul.

Maybe I should’ve been more direct with you.

Perhaps I’m just trying to convince myself.

This is the simplest way for me to say I still love you after all these years apart.