Was It Love?
         
         

        I don't exist anymore

        Erased from his memory.

        His phone won't ring

        And his house has no number.
         
         

        I told myself I was not in love,

        Then why is my heart so heavy?

        Brown eyes flash in my mind

        Night, day, when I am not thinking!
         
         

        I only returned the passion,

        That I was receiving.

        He said, I scared him.

        Was this his excuse to ignore me?
         
         

        He called me 'sweetheart' and kissed my hands.

        Told me how sensual I was,

        Then vanished from my life.

        Seems he never cared at all.
         
         

        I told myself…

        I was NOT in love.

        He absorbed himself into my heart.

        I told myself…

        It felt so right.

        He said the right words

        I told myself…

        DON'T believe him.

        His exciting brown eyes permeate my dreams.

        I tell myself…

        They will evaporate in time.
         
         

        TeAnne. © DEC 15. 1999
         

        To The Beautiful Stranger who is ugly on the inside.
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