Poetry With Me

Take me back, oh please, to the time when I knew what it felt like to be me.

I’ve changed and I’ve grown.

Lassoed and towed onto this new grove of awakening with new stories untold.

I don’t know if I can find my way back from here.

But maybe that was the point?

Maybe I was not meant to return, to ever see your face again.

Maybe the last chance was really the last this time.

Our final breaths drawn and the book closed behind us, we are forced to walk on.

to leave that version of us behind to say our last and final goodbyes

But we never truly did say goodbye now did we?

Maybe we did and in my desire to keep you I missed it.

I saw that look in your eyes and I knew that it was once again my turn to cry.

But I haven’t, I’ve just kept going and now I’m lost somewhere unknowingly mistaken that I could find my way back.

But there are no footsteps to track.

I am lost, I am found. I am here unbound.

Maybe just maybe I’m where I should be

In a place where you could never be here with me.

With Love,

Gv Rioz