As autumn sunsets
slowly fade,
I wander to a time, long gone,
When you and I were one. I made
You promises in rhyme, in song,
But never understood. Mayhap
I didn't see the thoughts you had
About our love. But, like a trap
That snared my heart, and made me mad
With jealousy and cruel disdain
And bitterness, you made it known
That you loved not. And I, in pain,
Ran mindlessly from you, whose own
Attempt to spare me loss and shame
Had pierced with daggers so profound
That my heart stopped, and ne’er returned,
But left a body, broken down
By passion's all-consuming burn.
I stare out through the window pane
and reminisce. I dare to dream
What could have been. Yet I remain
Imprisoned — by my self, it seems.
As day's last light now breaks apart,
I wander to a distant time,
When I still had a beating heart
And loving you was not a crime.
But every ev’ning brings a tear
That silently perceives my bane:
To live a life without you near,
With nothing but my window pain.
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