Apart

When she’s sad it saddens me A burden weighing over what it should be Because her pain’s familiar terrain For one who has endured it Her brain filled with abstractions and scattered thoughts Brought before mine eyes Mind’s eyes could only perceive If one’s heart has been conditioned by hurts Encompassed by words that dare not be uttered From the lips…..for out of the mouth the heart shall speak Speak to me of your dark & twisted fantasies Lead to believe that on this earth There is some benign theme of a love worth longing for In order to make it all worth it & Despite one’s refrain to repeat Yet once again it would seem fate Has deemed the notion of an us to be forfeit Melancholic though it may seem Amidst…. a sea of dreams & uncertainties.