A Love of My Own
By Beverly Greene
This poem is dedicated to A. I finally found a true love of my own. I hope that you have found yours.
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I won't ever be her
and she won't ever be me
and I'll never be
as good as she used to be
in your eyes.
I am only me.
I can't,
won't
be
her.
I know you miss her,
she sounds so great
and you would have
probably still
been by her side
if she hadn't been
ripped away.
But she was,
and I'm all
that's left.
Only imperfection
to contrast
with her immortality
in your soul.
I'll never match
what or who
she was.
I am only mortal.
I am only here.
I am only alive.
I'm sorry
she's gone.
I'm sorry
it's only me here.
If I could,
for you,
I'd take her place,
but I missed
that option
on the application
for life.
I only want you
to be happy,
satisfied.
What if
you can't be
with me?
How can I compete
with the ghost
of perfection
that dwells in your soul
and preys on your thoughts?
She's still so real
and I'm still so far away.
I would never
want to eclipse
those memories of her
or try to replace her,
but you have to
give me a place
of my own
with you
that's not
a trial replacement
position.
I know you'll always
love her,
but if you want me,
you have to love me too,
not try to give me
the love you have for her.
I require my own.
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