Narrative Poem

That Was It

By Ilah Dein

She was his sunshine;
He was her lullaby.
He lit up her world
as she painted his blank face.

They love each other.
But that’s it.
That’s it.
That was it.

He deserved her;
She deserved him.
She kept her feelings a secret and stayed silent.
He kept his feelings a secret and remained silent.

She was impatient and needed to be assured;
He was caring in the most nonverbal way.
He wasn’t risking it, fearing time.
She wasn’t risking it: she’s distrustful.

They loved each other.
But that’s it.
That’s it.
That was it:

She was his sunshine;
he was her lullaby -
But they met the right person
at the wrong time.

You were my four seasons

You were the answer to all my wonders about love

Us was like a present

Unexpected but beautiful

But darling, we are two parallel lines that will never cross

You and I are like water and oil that can’t mix

Maybe in another life

I will be yours

In the end, we can’t make it