Distant City
I was “in” love once.
When I first got there I thought it was nice.
I didn’t think I could leave because it felt so right.
After a while, I went deeper “into” love.
And I got confused,
Despite the confusion I was still amused,
Didn’t leave.
But then my trip “into” love became full of pain.
I was burned, defiled…the scars could not be washed away by the rain
Of kind words or apologies.
So I “left” love…maybe to come back one day.
But…do I still know the way?
I was “in” love once.
Remember?
You were there.
