Before death comes

That very first poem I wrote about how beautiful she looked in the light coming from outside my bedroom window was something I needed to be true, though my heart wasn’t ready to believe it. But I kept stacking words, hoping one day I would. Like the poem stated: it could have been someone else, and I would have felt the same. I don’t think she would have missed much too if we had never met. These words may seem fatalistic, but sometimes truth needs no embellishment. The love was real, but either of us could have been replaced, and nothing significant would have changed. Heartache teaches us one thing: to understand and accept death before it comes.