a poem inspired by a workmate

"Sometimes I fall too far, too fast"

Yelena was from Latvia, her hair was earthy brown
I think she'd look fantastic, in a full-length wedding gown
Sabina was from Poland, her hair was black as jet
she said that, on that day, I was the best that she could get
I thought of them together, I thought of us as three
and then I dreamed of kissing on our anniversary.
My mind it sometimes wanders, my heart it often falls
and still, at night, I sleep alone; in silence, with no calls.
This poem was cathartic, I hope it made some sense
I fear that my relationships are all in the past tense....

RC 6-10-25