Hindsight Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I sit here alone.
A few days ago, I lost my love.
In hindsight, it wasn't working well.
Only time could tell.
That the love we had was doomed.
What looked to be right.
Soon turned sour.
Because of the jealous smell. lingering from the hyenas.

Hindsight is all but a wonderful thing.
If only we were single, then it would have worked.
My duty to love you,
a duty I would not have shirked.
Work well to loving you with all my heart.
But it was not meant to be.
My heart shattered.
Just me.
No you and me, Just I.
I look back,
I cry some. tears.
From the brief love, I take the good times and bad.
But I 'll never know if I loved you as I should have,
or if I was a cad
Hindsight.

I Siddiqi 18.03.09