Maybe it’s because of your reminders,
I came close to who I wanted to be.
Could it be that with you that’s who I am,
and loving you brings out the best in me?
Perhaps it was just as you imagined,
and I was then so eager to believe,
being in love with you made me someone,
that there was nothing I could not achieve.
Now I care not for meaning or purpose.
Each day is an endless soliloquy.
I remind myself of my good fortune,
and accept that this too was meant to be.
But I know that fate is for the foolish,
dwelling in the past pointless exercise.
Each day I struggle against the vortex,
drowning in tears from memory of your eyes.
M. Zane McClellan
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