Once

Once

We were special once.
Now we have become nothing.

We have let outselves blend
into the viciousness -
of the mundane.

We are not unique, any longer.
Our love is not pure
Not at first sight.
Not everlasting.
Not one-in-a-million.
We have tainted it.

Now I am nothing to you,
except the one that got away.

Perhaps, on a cold, lonely night.
You'll think of me.
Or I of you.
Maybe wonder what could have been.
Had we both not given up so easily.

Not lived in denial.
Or tempted our fate.

It's all come back to haunt us now.
You can feel it sometimes.
That slow, longing ache.
Reminding you of your restlessness.
Reminding you of your past goodbyes.
Reminding you of your eternity.

Yes, we were special once.
But now, we are nothing.

This is my 2 o clock in the morning poem :P. It's not extremely poetic but is personally significant this way so that's why I posted it like this. :)