I once loved a man.
And he loved me and we
never did anything to prove
such a love was even there
We took no pictures or candid shots
of us laughing when the world forgot.
We did not have a favourite song
to which we both hummed along.
We did not hold hands when we went on dates,
and where we went always changed.
Never did we visit the same space
for risk of having our special place.
I never wrote him a single song
and he never missed me when I was gone
for all along
in between the sheets we stained
we were aware someday
they would be clean
and that this was but a fling
so why allow memories to sorrow bring.
He left me in September rain.
Which was worse, the numbness, or the pain,
I'll never say,
for my heart missed knowing what to miss
before long I had forgotten how we kissed
or even if I loved it
I am old and grown now.
A charming man charmed me
life has taken roads so stray
I would not have known the way.
Still, in the September rain,
I quietly whisper his unknown name,
the man I loved beyond what love was worth,
the man that taught me love is worth the hurt.