Garage Project

You stopped by my door.

You – who moved on to something or someone more,

And borrowed used metal parts and tools,

For whatever garage project you had in store.

How reluctantly crazy are dreams?

I haven’t let myself think about you in years.

I don’t possess anything, it seems,

To help with your garage full of boats, cars, and gears.

Once upon a time,

I would have died for you.

What we had was sublime,

But it all went askew.

Love is never the fairy tale,

We hope it will be.

Is there something you learned,

By losing me?

Some tool to be gained,

For your next go-around?

Some part to be healed?

Some insight profound?

Just another life lesson,

Move ahead and let go.

Stop haunting my sleep.

Why bother me so?