Yes we cried for our love.
Which was soon to be forgotten.
As he strolled in and she bounced about.
They did it so perfectly.
How could we not stop and stare,
and forget to remember the love that we shared.
The heart beat twice for the newcomer,
and only once for the heartbreak.
It paused. Then started again,
in acknowledgement of the life waiting to come ahead.
The same beat over and over again.
Like the cycle we seem not too eager to stop.
Music to my ears.
The same record on repeat.
Like the couple's favorite slow jam while making love for the first time.
Always the memories.
Always so nice. So sweet.
Tender, smooth and soft. My opposite tough, rigid and hard.
Bitterness like lemons in summertime.
Ripe and ready to be picked.
He waited for the right time for his attack.
I welcomed it with open arms.
Yes I waited for the pain.
Physically, emotionally, mentally. I waited.
It was all I knew and all I knew to know.
I waited. Patiently.
For his time and mine.
To show him I was all he would ever need.
So maybe he would love me right,
Unlike the guys before him.
