Her

[ehowton]

A part of me died when you said, “No”
A part of me which made me, me
The part which reflects how wonderful you truly are

I think we would have been magnificent together
I know we would have laughed, and loved along the way
Together, the three of us

It’s not fair to anyone, least of which myself
But mostly not fair to you
Nor my wife

Great loves are not difficult, or even rare
They simply require a little imagination; a little bravery
A little faith

I still laugh with you, and love with you
But it’s more hollow now, an echo of what it once was
Of what it could have been

I hold my head high, and continue as I must
But you haunt the quiet corners of my mind still
Without form

I wish I were less complex sometimes, less me
Not that it would have made a difference
But it might make it just a little easier