Questions

Did I ever love you as much as I miss you? Is your absence the source of my pain? Or am I just weak and my heart insists to Resurrect you again and again? Are there secrets yet to discover Only because of the misery I’ve felt Until I’m too old to recover And too selfish to forgive myself? Our lives should be written in pencils That we might erase and start over again But would I choose a beginning more gentle Or only change the way that it ends? Would I invite you to be with me Or erase the day that we met Or stay lost in the depths of self pity About you and this sense of regret