…. untitled poem without a date on it.

Isn’t it funny how things change
Visions blur
Memories erase
Futures disappear
Stories are told that once were just ours

I never thought I would be here having to watch you
Smile at the sound of her voice
Blush at the feel of her touch
Relax into her embrace
Know love by another name than mine

But here I stand
No longer on bended knee
My arms surrounding another
My lips dripping with her taste
Moaning another name as i once did yours

Isn’t it funny…