-"Good things don't last forever,"
Said my mother.
"I know that now,"
I told her.
-The feeling of emptiness, clouding my thoughts
After, for a while, I mentally fought
As I tried to move on
To look for the one I really sought.
-'But was it worth it?,' I'd stop to wonder
Coming to a dead end; A periodic rumble
Figuring I'm better off,
Being just a loner.
-There's happiness even in solitude,
A joy in even being a prude.
But I really wish,
I hadn't experienced a lover's mood.