I never saw myself here,
Sitting in this place,
Trying to numb the pain.
I saw myself home with him,
Chasing small children,
Soaking in the love they’d give.
When that dream shattered,
I pictured someone better.
But nearly three years later,
I’m farther from where I thought I’d be.
I hoped for a top-shelf margarita;
I’m settling for well tequila.
I never saw myself here.
I never saw my life this way.
With each year that passes,
My expectations fade.
I’ll be alone forever.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
That’s okay.
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