Used to Know

She’s just a person that I used to know

I don’t anymore, I used to though.

People come into your life.

They are so important for a time.

And then they’re not.

How easily we discard another.

To make our lives simple.

To make our lives easy.


I am not only discarding.

I am discarded as well.

Another odd chapter

In a stranger’s book.

If I even merit a chapter.

Maybe I am only a footnote.

Maybe even a comma,

A brief pause,

In a full rich life.


I am only a person that I used to know.

I don’t anymore, I used to though.

I once was better than this.

A lonely scared person.

Afraid to move forward.

Afraid to move back.

Afraid to take another chance.

With the wounds of the recent past

Still bleeding

Still oozing bitter love.


About oxrider

Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe. A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives. Please visit his website at View all posts by oxrider

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