A Poem: Yet

The one who got away.
My life would have been
Miserable with her.
And yet, and yet and yet.


Instantly reminds me of an ex of mine. We dated on and off for almost 12 years. One of us always getting back into contact after a few years.

We would party a lot together, both of us in active addiction, madly in passion, and ending in heartbreak all over again.

I cut all ties when I went to rehab, she’s still active in her addictions. I can’t do it again, I would lose myself again.

And yet.

Good one E.H.!


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