An old lover sent me memorabilia of our love
So here’s this poem to hold it
Call it architecture
He ponders on the effect I had on him
He aims to say
“When I loved you, I did”
I smile and in light tones and say,
“I was a great girlfriend”
He agrees and apologizes that he was unsure in the end
I remember what his uncertainty did to us
But,
Here we are, with the gift of passed love and lived life
And that’s why I tell him
“No sweat, we were just kids”
I meant to say
“You were not supposed to know, we were too young to be definitive”
Maybe we’ll meet again when we’re older and wiser
When we know not to labour our affection with so much ambition.
