Must

Meditate on that love.

Drool over it’s inconsistencies.

Draw breath at every regret.

Be it once again and manipulate
the memory to make it shine.

Yes, it must have been true love
to be lost with it still -
but steel yourself for a minute,

She’s gone - you’re here.
You’re different and now she’s a stranger.

You mustn’t call to hear her voice.
Mustn’t connive to walk down her street.
You mustn’t drown if she’s your sea.
You really mustn’t say you’ll never love but her.

For all she gave you,
You owe her to be someone worth loving.
For all the pain you gave,
You owe a lot to the next.