Just(Not)Me

​In the heart of the forest, where shadows play, A man wandered, lost, day by day. He gave her his essence, his soul laid bare, Hoping she'd notice, hoping she'd care.​

He shared his stories, his dreams, his fears, Hoping she'd listen, wipe away his tears. But she saw him not as a man with a past, Just a shadow, fading fast.​

In the forest's depths, he became a shade, His vibrant spirit slowly decayed. Yet the trees remember, the winds still sigh, Whispering tales of a love gone awry.​

Farewell, dear heart, may you find your way, In the forest's embrace, where shadows play. Though you never saw the man I used to be, In the whispers of the woods, you'll remember me.​

"Love is not about possession, but about appreciation."​

Reviews

[Lara]

Yes, I believe you're right, Dave. It takes an open heart (with its own wilderness) to truly love another, and their bruises.
This piece confesses that, I feel. with a form that echoes considered thought and feelings acknowledged.