First Love Lost To Life

Endless years have gone by and days of regrets permeate this thing he calls life. Yes it was life it’s self that was the ultimate culprit; and he never knew; He had no idea that life’s twisted turns would prevent what surely was ordained. Perhaps his thoughts were merely delusions; but always he believed; He believed it was always meant to be; and undoubtedly love would overcome. His previous actions restricted him; and love did not conquer all. Such a friend she should have been; but he was lost in a roll called possession. Perhaps they both were; perhaps he never deserved her; like he once use to believe; By the time he released her from ownership; it seems to have been too late. Now his regrets are that she’ll never truly know; that he did remember. He remembers seeing her for the first time; and he remembers how taking by her he was; He remembers how she fit; and how she was the part of him that made him whole. Thought of now by her as but a mistake; the relationships only credibility; is the son. A good man like his mother and unlike his father; and Grandfather Remains an empty title; Doubtlessly proved that intention without direction ; is a vessel at sea without sails. And he is so sorry but it’s his life that truly has been sorry; A sorry existence. Once in desperation he hoped for another lifetime where together they would unite; But even that now has slipped away; like the sweetest love he’ll ever know; the first.