Lingering

Sometimes I think its wrong.

That love still lingers on.

I don’t understand how or why.

But sometimes you just come to mind.

I guess that means it was real. Love.

I couldn’t say ok, I’ll just find another.

To toss and turn under my covers.

I hold them and think of you. But its ok.

Love done hurt and healed me twice over.

I’m beginning to see clearly like a drunk mind now sober.

I smile at you and your other person.

The pain you caused has vanished, not worsened.

Tears don’t greet me in the morning no more, but sometimes

I still think of you. But its ok.

Love taught me that she can be a creul beast.

But gentle like a mother soothing her baby’s whine. 

And that she go away when she feels, not when you think its time.

I’ve learned so much by loving you its impossible not to smile.

I don’t take it back. I loved you on purpose, even after you were gone for miles.

Sometimes I think its wrong.

That love still lingers on.

But I smile anyway. But its ok.

I smile anyway.