What’s Left Over

No doubt,
I wasn’t right
For you…

Fundamentally,
Not a good fit

You say.

Too many complications…

Too many distractions…

Too much chance,

For failure…

So you say.

So,

I guess

We will just assume.

And as a result,

We must also agree,

On the aftermath.

For you…

Just another chance,
To move on,

No damage done.

For me…

Well,

It’s slightly different.

Without you,
Without your touch,

Without your

Love,

I’m gutted.

Sorry to be
So visual,
So direct,

But that now,

My past dream,

Is the unmistakable,

Undeniable wreckage,
Left in my hands,

And what remains

Of my heart.

But,

I guess,
That’s my problem,
Not yours.

What’s left for you,
Is a new horizon,
And a chance to start,
Fresh.

Not so me.

Just emptiness,
And yet another
Squandered investment
Of my heart…

Another squandered investment,
Of me.

Funny,
Isn’t it,
How outlook
Can be so different?

For one,
A chance to move on…

For another
Desolation.

That’s the difference

In

What’s left over.

Ā© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

10 thoughts on “What’s Left Over

    1. You are so right… but sometimes… the minority of my writing time, I feel the need to explore the other side of relationships. Don’t worry, I won’t dwell there too long. šŸ˜ƒ.

      As always, I so much appreciate your comments!!

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      1. So glad to hear this! Understood. Yes, don’t dwell there too long, emotions can be such tender traps. Happy thoughts Bill!

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