Like so many times in the past,
the words sounded too familiar.
It’s just another story-
just another time-
and yes, I’m alone once more
to dwell on what might have been.
Why does the story always end well
in fairytales, for it never
turns out that way for me?
I’m just a wanderer from one
sad story to the next.
Will no one ever shake me
and make me feel
with every sense I own,
without using his words to hurt me,
one day when I least expect it?