Once a Delight

She was once a delight, a dream and fantasy.

She was once someone I liked to think I could paint perfectly.

She was someone I once knew but never recognized.

She was once there but disappeared before I even realized.

He told me all about her, hearts in his eyes, a smile with too much teeth on his face.

But I know he sugarcoated the stories to forget his hate.

To help me not to hate.

I was once a delight, a dream, a fantasy,

but now that we've met, her smiles are unpleasant,

her stance impatient,

as if I remind her of her mistakes and pain and tragedies.

She has now come back but I can see that she doesn't want to stay.

Grim lines mars her face, showing me her deep regrets and hate.

Are there about me?

About him?

About her?

Years and years and years have gone by in a flash, but with her standing there, I feel I've frozen in time.

Regretting another time, I could have known,

could have delighted in, could have grown.

Her unpleasant smile fades. Her grim lines deepen.

Showing me she's a stranger I'll never know.

A stranger I'll never mend.