We Didn't Know

By Bruce Clifford

She took me back to that empty space.
Empty spaces without a trace.
I’m just a poet in the vacuum of scars.
We didn’t know it.
We don’t know who we are.

We didn’t know it.

You brought be back to enchanted memories.
You took me to the person I could never be.
We once soared through the timeless vacant summer sky.
We didn’t know it.
We couldn’t even if we tried.

So, you beat me to the punch.
You ate my heart during your extended lunch.
Now I’m left holding the bag.
Feeling lonely, desperate and sad.

You took me to those endless spaces.
My heart destroyed by irrelevant faces.
We once could see what was ahead of us.
Now all that’s left is the blind faith in trust.

She took me back to that empty space.
Empty spaces without a trace.
I’m just a poet in the vacuum of scars.
We didn’t know it.
We don’t know who we are.

We didn’t know.
We didn’t know.
What was up ahead.
You weren’t willing to show.

©2/5/2025 Bruce Clifford

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