Poem- Around

Around

 

Am I not thankful enough?

Is that why it needs to hurt so much?

 

Or was it just too good

And felt better than it should?

 

We were so close

And there was

A lot to lose

 

Why does everything

that ends

have to mean so much?

 

Why is all that is

Good, never ending?

And I think of all

 the happy memories.

 

When it was so good

Too good.

 

And the fights are repressed

and you feel more depressed

because they’re not

and you’re not

and it’s not

what used to be.

 

When you talked all the time

And got along fine

You remember those moments

Like sparkles in the dark.

 

It’s the same thing over

Only looking back

is it a perfect clover.