Until After

I'm sure she expects me,
To say at least 'something' about her.

Something that maintains for her,
A significance to convince...
We were involved in a relationship,
For her that makes some sense..

But she related more,
To a materialism she adored.
And anything we had was not indepth explored.

And when it was over...
I wondered what it was for.
The arguments?
A lack of openness.
But a quickness to exit.

Love was never there to be shared.
Before!
And I did not realize that...
Until after.

Just another door closed!
And my return to missed laughter.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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