How Could I Have Been So Wrong

Was it the son, Or the full moon? Maybe because it was May and Gardens were coming to life... Perhaps the crocus or new spring grass, Somehow, I thought it all would last. How could I have been so wrong? Remember how we talked into the Early morning, making promises of Forever. Promising never to abandon our dreams Seems we forgot a lot of what was said, Made hard beds, Now empty of each other. My heart yearns and cries, remembering Days, months, years that lie ahead, Without you by my side. How could I have been so wrong? No matter, you're gone... I toss your photograph in the fire, Backing away from the blaze, losing You in the haze of those forevers No longer viable. Cynthia