Blurry edges
by Maika Boyle
· 05/05/2026
Published 06/05/2026 03:55
Decades later I write to you
Everyone says that true love has no end
That for love, time will rewind, stop, and bend
I know thar's not true, I know you moved on
I know you have a wife, a daughter and three gorgeous sons
Now how can I accept this fate, this heartbreak, this curse
I love you, I hate you, I despise you, I was there first
I clutch my chest hopeful that my heart will burst or shatter
Hopeful that I might take my last precious breath, as if I mattered...
When you wait as long as I have, your opportunities will shrivel up and die
I can almost see you, just barely, there in my minds eye
The edges of your face are blurry and distorted
That tends to happen when you wait as long as I have