A poem about: Now and then I think of when we were…

Now and then I think of when we were togetherLike when you said you felt so happy you could dieTold myself that you were right for meBut felt so lonely in your companyBut that was love, and it's an ache I still rememberYou can get addicted to a certain kind of sadnessLike resignation to the end, always the endSo when we found that we could not make senseWell, you said that we would still be friendsBut I'll admit that I was glad it was overBut you didn't have to cut me offMake out like it never happened and that we were nothingAnd I don't even need your loveBut you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so roughNo, you didn't have to stoop so lowHave your friends collect your records and then change your numberI guess that I don't need that, thoughNow you're just somebody that I used to knowNow and then I think of all the times you screwed me overBut had me believing it was always something that I'd doneAnd I don't wanna live that wayReading into every word you sayYou said that you could let it goAnd I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know But you didn't have to cut me offMake out like it never happened and that we were nothingAnd I don't even need your loveBut you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so roughNo, you didn't have to stoop so lowHave your friends collect your records and then change your numberI guess that I don't need that, thoughNow you're just somebody that I used to knowdont use topic words

In moments past, entwined we stood,
Where joy could soar to heights untold,
Yet loneliness in company,
A paradox of love grown cold.

Adrift in melancholy's tide,
Resignation the new refrain,
The chapters closed, now blurred with time,
An ending neither could contain.

The ties were cut, the silence loud,
A stranger forged from once so near,
By numbers changed and echoes gone,
A bond dissolved to souvenir.

In shadows cast by fond regret,
I ponder on the times we knew,
The patterns of a heart's lament,
For someone that I once walked through.

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In moments past, entwined we stood, Where joy could soar to heights untold, Yet loneliness in company, A paradox of love grown cold. Adrift in melancholy's tide, Resignation the new refrain, The chapters closed, now blurred with time, An ending neither could contain. The ties were cut, the silence loud, A stranger forged from once so near, By numbers changed and echoes gone, A bond dissolved to souvenir. In shadows cast by fond regret, I ponder on the times we knew, The patterns of a heart's lament, For someone that I once walked through.