Walking aimlessly on the Brighton’s pier,
finally a space to call my own, I pondered on all I left behind.
Tears released for the love wrecked and lost,
a tad too late for it but it had to be done.
Breathless, I finally make peace,
a tap on my shoulder snapped me back to reality.
I heard his voice “come on, it cannot be that bad?”
“What do you know?” I uttered…how dare he,
I’ve lost it all before he said and it gets better he mused.
Attraction, desire and affection was on my mind but he was a stranger.
That was my story then…
Love is my story now for I was struck by the cupid’s arrow that day.
And you know the rest!
Dedicated to the love and companionship I found in the form of my other half after meeting him 15 years ago. I am not much of a poet and probably never will be :) This post has been inspired by The Daily Prompt