I Was a Ballad Once

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman talks about what she once meant to her lover, and what she is to him today

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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Submitted: September 29, 2018



I was a ballad once,

Running for miles at a stretch across your pages.

You would often pick me up and read about the oceans -

That existed inside me, brimming with feelings for you.

You never tired of my endless journey across the white pages of your life,

Repeating the moments we cherished most.

You enjoyed my melodious tune in your lips,

And even when you simply read me like a poem.

Then slowly I became a song,

The number of pages I occupied in your life dramatically reduced.

No longer were there oceans, but lakes,

And miles and miles of words were squeezed into an acre.

You still sang me sometimes,

And then simply hummed my tune inside your head instead.

No longer were there encores of those former performances, no repeats.

And then one day you stopped.

I felt the words ebbing away into oblivion -

Till I was reduced to nothing more than a blank page in the story of your life.

I was a ballad once,

Melodious and rich with your existence in my tale.

A tale I no longer carry and you no longer care to recall.

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