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You Wandered Into My Field of Forgotten Loves
Prose Poetry
Oh, you’re early.
What a shame.
(That means one of our hearts was broken far too soon.)
That’s all right. I’ll show you where you can go. Follow me down this way.
There’s room for you here. See that patch over there? It gets just the right amount of sunlight.
(When I lie awake at night, maybe I’ll remember your smile most. Or your laugh. It’s hard to say right now when my heart feels like all pulp and no fruit.)
I wonder if you’ll like it here. It’s a beautiful field full of so much potential for more — but no one will ever see what grows here. Just me.
(Could we have had a garden of roses in our backyard? Would you have walked me through the grass and kissed me senseless under the fading light right before dusk? Would we have made love under watch of no one but the stars? I wish I could say what kind of future might have been on the other end of that sunset.)
Today is the easy part. (The breaking always is — fast, snap, the pain there and then gone the next moment.) Tomorrow we’ll see if the memories will resurface or if they’ll just settle into the soil.
