Perspective

is this memory real or something else
a marker for one's time,
here.

a string that ties what could have been 
with what wasn't 
and 
how this feels

so strange, still

as we rode along our journey shared
I was certain you felt loved.
I believed there were no doubts
dear,
never felt your fear

rough roads pitched emotions higher than the sun
wrong words sliced through trusting hearts
a malcontent

I had no clue

and now, I'm thunderstruck ...