This Life

I will whisper excuses in my own ear, Behind my back to the shadows of regret... And recollections in their kindest form Cannot soothe the tears Of a heart torn asunder. I never wished you gone, Nor unencumbered by my embrace; In an afternoon of Summer softness And Summer scents Held together by a future unimpaired -- How was I to know... In the certainty of youth and beauty, All those whispers told a tale of sacriifice Surrounding a gentle wanton uninstructed In the vagueries of lies. I only wanted to be free... I only wanted to understand Meaning in the word glorious. It was never meant to be, Even though vivid memories are treasured Of other lives preordained... I have no knowlege of importance... So remember, in the centuries long past, And those yet to come... The reasons for loneliness; The reasons for life. I must, in any case, Simply whisper excuses for this one However long it seems to last... Simply whisper ...