Meaningless Encounters of an Epic Kind

As I lie awake, I wonder why
Each moment passes by
I glance slightly to my right
And wonder what was on my mind
As stories go, this one bears resemblance
To a masterpiece never painted, a novel never written
To the one that got away
This is no different than indifference
And a tender heart pours musings into the wind
Stitched together with the remnants left within
Particles of nothingness incessantly converging
Giving meaningless a whole new meaning
For nothing can fill that darkened void
Left by the one that got away
And subsequently enough, it may seem
No matter how many grace this scene
Each and every moment is but a waste
Thinking of the one that got away

Author's Notes/Comments: 

....sometimes, amnesia would be a blessing....just sometimes...

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nightlight1220's picture

OH...I LOVE this!!

OH...I LOVE this!!  oxoxoxoxo


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


Scandalofgrace's picture

Would be nice

Would be nice to forget the memories that hurt you but it's those memories that define who you are today. I enjoyed reading this. I have had those feelings before.

greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends