What matters

I keep writing in riddles, 

It seeems,

that my head is swirling in

The midst

mist,

of it all.

I had 

the chance to

move on,

didn’t take it.

Left it

to haunt me,

to make believe

that it 

was 

not true.

It is.

I keep,

laughing,

forgetting,

remembering,

bits and,

scattered pieces of

what was, of

me.

I came close,

to letting go

just could not

Do it,

they said to me,

I would not.

Change,

got me

to places,

i never knew

exhisted.

Passion,

i don’t know

anymore,

Know love,

with all its pleasures,

and all its set backs.

I know you,

even though I don’t

even know me. And you

don’t even care

I love the ones that do,

they are few,

they are there.

And that is

what matters.