Perhaps

An endless emptiness lays before me Shadows drift on my horizon's line What could have been is now my life's debris In a realm of if, by the world's design When we danced our last in rays from moonlight The time used was to fulfill love's sorrow Days were so fleeting like dreams from the night They lingered in the heart of tomorrow I question the mind of what could have been And chase warm shadows from a sunset lost I'll pluck the deep wound from my heart's peeled skin And judge the pain inflected by its cost Time spins and our passion could not forsee Perhaps on day, we'll find a way to be contest If only, maybe 8/2/20