Life's poetry

A Letter to My Most Recent Lover

Dear my most recent lover,
I put your things in a box today.
Everything folded neatly
and ready to be given back to you.
I heard our song on the radio.
I couldn't help but think of you.
I only cried once today,
only for a little.
Seeing you was hard,
especially when you look so happy;
tell me, did your heart break to see me too?
I know ending everything was for the best,
but it still hurts like hell.
It hurts like hell to know that he's loving you, to know he gets to hold you
in his arms at night,
to know that he's the reason
you laugh and smile.
But I'll be alright.
Slowly I will mend this broken heart,
and I will be able to talk to you again.
I just need time.
I never wanted to lose you, or us.
We were just summer lovers
that grew too attached.
We should have left our feelings
down by the lake that hot day,
and just went on with no strings attached.
But we didn't.
We kept our feelings.
We kept going,
and growing till it just became too much.
I didn't intend for this to be a sad love poem,
so allow me to end this on a better note.
If you're reading this:
my mom told me something
when I told her we ended things,
she told me
"love in that moment, have fun,
and when it ends: mourn it, be sad,
but when it's time, move on.
Don't get hung up on things.
If you're able to be friends, great.
If not, that's okay too."
I know we both knew
we weren't going to last forever.
What I do hope lasts is our friendship.
After we take time apart,
we will be able to start fresh as friends.
So here is my moving on,
my It was fun when we had it,
but here is to a new chapter in our story.

May we meet again,
Nat