He used to love me long ago
and I was held special in his heart.
Back then, it seemed like torture
if we had spent a few hours apart.
The heart was warm and fuzzy
while laughter was the only tears.
How is it that this all changes
in the changing of the years?
It had started with indifference
then to resentment then to loathe.
It seemed we always dreaded
being together in our home.
God knows that I was faithful
but my mind would ask "what if"
What if there was another life,
at least, something better than this?
What turns two loving hearts
into statues and then to dust?
When do the warm and fuzzies
turn to jagged edges of mistrust?
Should we have ridden the waves
for all seas do eventually calm.
Or, was it smart in leaving
before the fury of the squall?
How can hearts move truly on
to find that next special individual?
Because it's safe to say
that we are all quite replaceable. 

How can you truly believe it
when someone says "I love you"
Will there be another ending?
Is Cupid a poor actor lost on cue?
Someone had called me "one and only"
at least ten years ago.
We are still the "one and only"
but in another's show.
It's funny how the heart forgets
and moves forward in good time.
We forget all broken promises
and fall for the same old lines.
Once again, I'm that one and only
in another's loving eyes.
But how do you know its the truth
that won't herald more goodbyes?
He doesn't quite understand
why I'm relunctant to play that part.
It's because the warm and fuzzies
have always been mold upon the heart.
As it seeks to destroy two lives
to thrive in solitary regret.
If you can say you love somebody
oh, how easily you do forget.
It isn't the first heart
that you cooed such a story to.
How do you know that you're in love
with someone who is in love with you?

©June 20, 2008 Lori S. Maynard