I blasphemed with the voices in my head,
About her, that she may have someone else,
it's better for her, but those thoughts are unkind,
Because I still miss her gentle words each day.
Late nights, conversing midst tempestuous dark skies,
Now she's gone, slipped through my fingers, untethered.
The weight of broken vows,
upon my weary chest, of my own undoing.
Regret consumes, an unrelenting, ruthless deep pain.
All I can do is pen poems, in rhythm and rhyme,
Yearning for the chance to hold her once more for a fleeting time.
So why does she appear again?
Why does she haunt me, reappear from shadows deep,
I'm still unrestored, damaged soul, scars eternally weep,
I toil to mend my faults, to right what I've undone,
But fear I'll never be enough, the battles I never won.
I still ache for her, my heart roams and wends,
For all that I desire is to bring her close again,
To feel her presence, to grant her,
But she is gone, I let her go, When all I want is bring her home, being close to you.
