Friday, February 15, 2019

...it


"...it"
I had it once, you know,
didn't know it at the time
until it was gone,
my sweet melancholy is all that's left
     of those days,
I've only ever given myself to this
and now
the only thing I'm worthy of 
is this ache.
I never knew then
only now,
what it was.

Standing here
wishing now
I didn't know at all.

eventually knowing
in the end,
only realizing in the bittersweet pain of hindsight,
     at the wrong time. finally able to comprehend.
Wishing now I knew none of it.
At all.
-Armando Torres

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