Tragedy of Loving

(Free Verse)

I miss the old you. I like the new me. And that's why we'll most likely never meet each other.

Maybe someday, we'll be two people meeting again for the first time. 

In that event, move me, hear my beaten heart exclaim.  

You see, it’s the tragedy of loving.

You can’t love anything more than something you miss.

In the same event that we meet again for the first time, study me as much as you like

You will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. 

Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, 

For I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

You see, it’s the tragedy of loving.

You can’t love anything more than something you miss.

Your beautiful face, your warm voice

Out of the dark, they carry my heart

Your laugh, your whisper, your eyes

Into the dawn they carry me through

You see, it’s the tragedy of loving.

You can’t love anything more than something you miss.