What's Left

God, we're running out of time

We whine of loveless lives

in pursuit of time and passion for ourselves,

Try and try again with fruitless effort

For our paths intersected but

Our cowardice took away that chance

For bliss domestic.

Perhaps in time we'll meet again

And remain more than merely friends

Where you will greet with solace and warmth

And my heart will be mended, enough at least

To process what would always lie beneath.

Our time back then is dear and true

But every time I look at you I hurt

From wounds since healed and

Despite my masochistic tendencies

I am reluctant to feel that heartache again.

A piece of me left with you

Where few have done away with me

The way you did, see I was broken

the moment you walked through that door

Without thought or consideration

For deliberation for a future so bright,

You merely turned out the light.

Our best life is behind us now

Yet the towel was never thrown and

Although I've grown, it is along side you

Though wrong, I'd give a second moment

To that fantasy I held was worth it

The moment you beaconed.

That control now is a curse in my mind

To my soul, at least what you left behind

For I would have moved mountains

To dance by the fountains and reap

The rewards of a lifelong search

If only it was not cut short.

My soul was yours before it was no ones,

Now I'm unsure who is left in place,

Where I stand are the empty shoes

Of a man I cannot face.