love, once.

by epi

there was love, once.

and with a pang,
and without a doubt
and suddenly, perfectly
painfully– i knew:
that you were
never mine
and i
was never
meant to belong to
you. and for one bittersweet
second, i foolishly hoped
that this revelation
might convince
love’s flame
to douse some of
it’s ferocity and heat
as it moved in
to burn us.
it didn’t,
it couldn’t
and really
it shouldn’t,
we’re meant to live
with these scars
for the rest of our
lives, or until
we cease to need
to be reminded
of each other
just to make it