Twice Meant To Be
By Peter Scott
Fighting for the most precious part of himself, this poem was written in determination.
Determination to retain his love...to prove it was meant to be.
Cold the world has grown
Whilst I sit alone
High above
Transcending all that was before
The night chill bothers not
Temperature worthless
It is my soul which has fled
Left me to fend alone
Alone forever
For the present
Tears stream as the drizzle slaps with undertow
How could all of reality
Collapse in a single second?
Tempted to the last
I never dared to meddle with dominoes
Like the ones now falling
Pressing one another
Forming a pattern one
Of love
Words sound worthless
Yet love remains
Worried I was
Its absence
Or so it seemed
Bothering me when life was right
With reality shaken
Colored letters emerged
They formed many words
Foretold many stories
Above them all
They spelled “love”
Chained in a cellar
For many years
I sat on those letters
Until now
When life threatens again
Giving in
Long ago
I never forgave
My grave mistake...
Now the chance parades in a return
Similar cases
With a different outcome
For what I gave up then
I will fight for now
Fight for your love
The future I am denied
Oh God
How I love you.
