I once heard Never Ending Conversation
a discography to poetic prose.
As for us, my-once-sweet lover,
our chapter seems to refuse to close.
I loved a man once, a time or two.
He apparently filled voided spaces.
As I continue to tread down life’s highway–
I realize he’s the same person, just different faces.
We’ve gained new loves and certainly lost plenty.
I could build monuments out of some heartbreak.
And yours was a whirlwind rapture of terminal,
and still yet, you are one I cannot shake.
I don’t love you like I once did.
I’m not obsessed and in need of your validation.
I now just enjoy the friend I made
and our very own never ending conversation.