The Steppingstone Syndrome 

It happened again
I swore I wouldn't, in vain

I let someone in to close, I know better
A few weeks or months sometimes we are together

But the end is the same, 'tis true
And always out of the blue

Some just up and disappear and I cry
Others try to tell me why

A few remain in touch as friends
After the sorrow and grieving ends

What is there about me that attracts
I really don't know, I need the facts

I lead the way from isolation
Reminding you of loves relation

These relationships always surprise me
I promise myself to wait and see

Soon after the joy, the sharing
The hurting begins from too much caring

I am not free to discover, explore
You always seem to want so much more

So you quietly begin to look
Always someone, like pebbles in a brook

I sometimes falter at setting the tone
Becoming only your Steppingstone

©Dimara 

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