Not To Me
For now, it is no, though there will come a day,
when you will be flooded with feelings sublime.
I mourn for your future, but what can I say?
It's too late when love reckons for a second time.
I cherished your beauty, I lauded your mind,
I thought of you alone; bound myself with these chains!
But when I first learned I was one of a kind,
I injected dark poisons deep into my veins.
And I learned to sneer at the face that I loved.
And I learned to focus on faults within you.
And I learned to kill the heart that you shoved—
Away ... now it's gone; there's nothing we can do.
Forgive me, I am far too weak to endure this weight.
When your love next reckons, it reckons too late.
29 August 2016
Written for "When Love Reckons For A Second Time" contest, sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
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