Had I known it would sting so much
I wouldn’t have ripped you off my heart.
You are the never-healing sore
that burns anew with every scratch.
I would have taken you every place I went,
had I known you would come anyway.
You’ve traveled continents with me,
You’ve seen all the sights,
sampled every taste, enjoyed every night,
witnessed every breath.
You are the first to know when something goes right;
the ever-ready shoulder when I need to cry.
And although you are not here,
you have never left my side.
Waste of time, fighting love.
You’re ever present in hindsight.
By tuttysan © 2014
Hindsight 20/20 – a poem. Photo: Las Calderas Dunes, Bani – Domincan Republic.