Mistake

Before I left you, all I wished Was hidden far within, As if your love had never been. I ran away to see the world And then forgot your name, Although you never did the same. I then returned and all came back— My memories of you— While you were steadfast, good and true. I found you waiting, keeping watch— And praying I’d return— With not a candle left to burn. And then I sensed my grave mistake Of leaving you behind, Of being youthful, rash and blind. I feared your punishment, but you Said nothing, while your tears Ran down your cheeks and quelled my fears. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com