To the woman I love

A poem

I was the man, who was always looking for a new décor.

I was the man telling every girl: I love you.

But only after she had left, broken and crying,

I had realized that I only love her.

I was the man, who always showed up with a formal smile on my lips,

Telling her the same old, banal, empty words.

“She’s finally gone. I am free,” I told myself when she left.

But it was far from the truth.

Today, I feel I can’t breathe without her. Everything’s empty.

In what can I believe, God? In what?

Today, I’ll give anything to turn her away from her path.

And one day, I saw her again on the street.

But to speak to her or to come near her was impossible.

She, who always waited for me when I forgot to arrive,

Watched me as you watch a stranger, with empty eyes.

So much time had passed since she left. But is it now when I realize that I love her.

Now, when she only lives in my thoughts, I know that I love her more than anything else in this world.

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