A time like this, years ago,
Everything was as it is now.
Maybe better - she was there
I wrote a piece, 'ere'
I felt different - new - that day.
Immediately I put that final full stop
And put my pen down,
I lost my sheet of paper.
My new and upgraded version left too,
Ceased to exist -
Entirely I think.
I have tried to rewrite it so many times today,
'Twas futile.
I am exhausted,
And I feel like I'm six feet under.
In a hole I dug, and blindly, fell in.
Constantly screaming too loud it hurts,
Maybe I am in too deep to be heard.
I'll try agin for the hundredth and first time,
Perhaps, I'll feel renewed again.
A time like this years ago,
I'd stare into her eyes,
Listen to her voice,
Look at her smile,
And everything would be fine.
But I left.
No idea I was too dependent
And how to be independent,
Completely erased from my memory.
She broke me down,
In an amazing way.
For now I am finding myself,
While building me up again,
Learning to be independent.
In the end,
I'll be better,
Stronger,
Smarter,
Braver,
Wiser
And all that is good.
A time like this years ago,
I wrote one of my best work,
And lost it.
A time like this years ago,
I was at the top of my game - 'twas an illusion
A time like this years ago,
I wrote 'ere'
Read only by me and her.
It was a masterpiece!
I lost it, and it's ok.
I got to know the reason why.
Here I give you a new and improved version of 'ere'
Not half as good, I'll have to admit,
However, way better -
FOR SHE WAS HERE!
