Mystery

my hart is shattered
into dozens of pieces
as my soul looks down upon them
i see the reflections
of all the women that i have loved
i see them not as they were
when we were lovers
but i see them now
how happy they are
their families
i see the blue sky above them
as i hear the thunder over my head
there is no anger in this
and not even sadness anymore
i don't think i feel
anything now
i just like to be here sometimes
and gaze into this supernatural looking glass
and watch them
from afar
wondering
unable to explain
why i cant be loved

Poet: Scott Lutz