Of Words

It was a heartbreak that should have never happened
It was a moment that certainly shouldn’t have stood still
The moment I heard those words leave your mouth
I knew it then, a little of me died
A little of my soul, a bit of my identity, and my name
I knew then, there would be no future and the past wouldn’t be the same.

What could I then say?
If I knew then what I know now, a difference it would have made.
But maybe not, it is still a story I know, a familiar tale
Of sentences strung together, with words long gone stale.

The ball I never went to
The Cinderella I never was
The song I never sang
The secret I never told
The play I never acted in
The Romeo I never found.

The walk, hand in hand that never happened
The shells I never collected
The pictures I never painted
The glass that shattered
The sleep that never came
The army I never led.

What could I then say?
If I knew then what I know now, a difference it would have made.
But maybe not, it is still a story I know, a familiar tale
Of sentences strung together, with words long gone stale.

The Joy that was
The dream that really wasn’t
The footprints no longer seen
The faint whisper of a promise no longer heard
The time I could no longer stop
The moment I no longer needed.

Everything an illusion of reality
A contradiction of truth
A lone heartbreak can cause a pause and a shift
But I am done, coz all I lost, is after all, just you
Days are numbered and have so much more to do,
What can I then say, except, maybe its time to sail away.