I fear, forever.

I should have thought more of you.

I can not face the agony of love,

Nor bear this pain,

Nor suffer this loss.

Nor can I tolerate the absence of you.

I can’t remember when You were.

I can only recall the memory of We,

And the promise I saw in your beautiful eyes.

I mustn’t guess at your intent for not wanting me,

Or justify the reasons why I cry,

Having felt the sting of Our demise.

I can but imagine and surmise,

The beauty of life had you stayed.

I can’t forsee your return to me.

As I call out to the ancient sound of you,

I vividly see the truth of what was divinely meant to be,

But isn’t!

I shouldn’t suffer more than the damned in Hell,

For I have done no wrong.

But … the damned in Hell are better off than I,

Now that you are gone.

Michael Taylor©