He Turned Out to be You

I believe

I honestly believe

That good people must falter

They must temporarily forget themselves,

Their genuine hearts,

Their kind eyes,

Their loving smiles,

To make their gentle aura even gentler

So they have the experience,

The knowledge,

The understanding,

Of the injustice of this world.

Unfortunately so, sometimes,

Good people change

They permanently forget themselves,

Their genuine hearts,

Their kind eyes,

Their loving smiles,

Their gentle aura becomes frozen

Not only, now, do they have the experience,

The knowledge,

The understanding

Of the injustice of this world,

They have become just that.

So when I first recognized that cold shoulder

Your gentleness turning frigid

I begged,

Hoped,

Prayed to a God I had yet to previously speak to

That this was your falter.

But it wasn't your falter,

It wasn't temporary.

I mourn your loss,

The person I loved does not exist.

So I think, now,

When my path crosses yours in the future,

"Oh, no," I'll say

"You just look like someone I used to know".

You remind me of him, too

What a shame

He turned out to be you.