Even as we met
I knew how it would end…
That first sweet kiss,
for I could taste the echo of goodbye.
I knew the horror roller coaster
I was getting on and still I took the ride.
Now I’m devastated
Love, it seems does not conquer all
and the joke, as usual, is on me.
I knew this could be my undoing
yet I strode happily to the gallows
on my own two feet.
Yes, I dreamt of you before we met
that I told…
what I left out was that you would be the death of me.
The knowing doesn’t make the pain any less.
But it couldn’t have been any other way.
After all, love is a four letter word.