We used to be two peas in a pod.
We laughed at the same things.
We loved the same stuff.
We used to walk the same path though we listened to different songs.
But I tried to turn a blind eye
and kept my emotions at bay.
I have these feelings deep down inside.
I am consumed by jealousy and hurt.
I tried hard to suppress it.
Here is the deepest secret I didn’t know until now:
I lost you to circumstance,
to people you now so admire.
Where did all these leave me?
Of those that I used to hold dear, which are you?
You are just a passing shadow now,
a mere memory in my life.
Of those that you used to love, which one was me?
I used to be a beloved book now left forgotten,
unread on the shelf.
By Imelda Caravaca Ferrer