Past. Present. Future?

There and then, he gave her everything,
baring his heart out, leaving out nothing
and yet that never amounted to anything.

Here and now, he still deliberates on what he wants,
unsure of what it holds, distrustful of his own honesty,
but, at the very least, he thinks he needs to protect her.

Now and beyond, no one knows what will happen
but he sees nothing left for him to remain.
Perhaps he is an anomaly, or an unwanted,
malignant tumour, not belonging here nor there,
even more redundant in her destiny.

His past held nothing but pain,
his present uncertainty in no uncertain terms
but what of his future?



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Not my best poem but it just came (quite) naturally