Sadness Over What Could Have Been
A poem by Michelle H. aka Naila Moon copyrighted 3/21/2021
I had hoped to hear from you,
Today,
Sometime.
You seem to have become,
A ghost.
I hate this wedge,
The one that got driven,
Over a misunderstanding?
I don't think so,
Maybe I have been fooling myself.
I wanted this to be real.
I wanted you to be real.
Not someone trying to gain...
What?
Power.
Money.
A good laugh,
At my expense?
I want to believe that,
You desire me,
Want to have me.
Live a possible life,
Together.
But no.
It looks like,
You probably
Lied.
For that,
I am,
Sad.
