The Secret Cave of Poetry

The Way Things Used To Be

Once I said that ex-lovers never die,
but they do,
they are never the lovers you once knew.
They change and they are evil,
they cannot look you in the eye.
Neither can you.
To see them moving on is such a tragedy,
a feeling of emptiness inside,
gravity pulling you down,
underground.
Once I said that dreams never last,
but they do,
they come to you by night
and haunt you by day with images of ex-lovers,
those strangers you once knew.
And as you pass by them the next day,
you try to hide the pain
and the secret that you hold you can never reveal.
And although you never speak a word to one another,
you can read each other's minds
and you know that even though
everything is different now,
nothing has really changed,
and you knew it would end up this way.