Regret
The sorrow I feel for the way things ended remains deep and real.
I would not have chosen the path we took or its final destination;
but, to know you for just a moment was worth the pain.
The pain that after so very long yet aches inside of me.
Though your image has begun to fade from my mind,
the color of your bright green eyes growing dimmer as time passes,
the luster of your smile tarnishing behind your soft lips,
my heart still feels the warmth of you in each anguished memory.
I can't but think of the gentle caress of your finger tips
as you held me tightly in your nestled embrace;
how, you seemed to never want to let me go;
how, I never wanted to let you go.
To die in your arms would have been a simpler fate, but you chose a long,
lingering death for me. Each day, each hour, each moment I think of you
the clouds gather and the darkness draws ever closer,
but through the storm a ray of light shines like the love that exudes
from your beautiful heart, and I smile as your laughter fills me.
I would give a life time just to hear that laughter once again.
Today, a special day for you, leaves me wondering,
dazed and confused, as to why you remain strong in my thoughts.
You pushed me away so long ago,
never to see your beauty again, never to hear your melodic voice.
Perhaps, one day, you will find somewhere deep inside of you,
the strength to explain why, and truly set me free.
Until then you will always haunt me.
Twenty eight times have you passed through the seasons of life,
and in each one your wonder has grown, as have you,
the beauty of the flowers of Spring and the blossoming of love,
the warm rays of the Summer sun,
the melancholy wonder of the falling leaves in Autumn,
the desolation and loneliness of cold Winter nights
and the sorrow and grief caused by those who have hurt you.
You shared these things with me.
I tried to be your Spring
but unknowingly led you into Winter,
a sorrow in me for which I will be eternally damned.
You are a shadow to me, a vision I see in my dreams,
a manes, always haunting me.
You will always be with me.
I will always be here for you if you but ask.
05-09-17
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017
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