Then You Were Gone

I was broken in disrepair

I was hopeless and weak.

I was lonely until I met you.

You were one of the few.

The voices whispered,

Anne can’t be loved.

She expects too much,

and loves too little.

They wonder why I am so brittle

I walked into the cafe.

And walked out never to return.

Why can’t I seem to learn?

Misery and fear set in.

Depression engulfed.

The streets became dark.

People only seemed to snark.

A bright screen was the beginning.

Short and concise, easy it seemed.

A miracle indeed, someone’s in need.

I came across the address.

A mansion or castle.

So much house, was I past what I can handle?

I saw him in the window, and he looked towards me.

His smile was golden.

One you only see once in a lifetime.

He certainly was a dime.

The voices whispered,

Anne can’t be loved.

She expects too much,

and loves too little.

They wonder why I am so brittle.

I stepped inside the colossal house.

I wheelchair approached me.

Ever so gracefully.

My heart sank to the bottoms of my feet.

I was surprised, about to weep.  

His kindness, compassion, and even his looks.

My emotions came back after sometime.

It was like a book from story time.

He was the one.

My sun my moon my stars.

The voices faded away like distant cars.

No more whispers

“Anne can’t be loved.

She expects too much,

and loves too little.”

I am no longer so brittle.

But then his smile faded.

Nothing turned out as he planned.

With the wheelchair and the paralysis,

his life was too bland.