On Forever...
Lives intersect,
Countlessly,
Few ever connect
For eternity,
Or even for more,
Than a moment,
Before they are torn,
And sent
In every possible direction,
But ours resonated,
Leaving a collection
Of memories we created.
Now all that remains,
Is people estranged
From the pain
Of forced change,
That's my fault,
My ignorance
Like salt
On a wound opened at every chance.
I wish we could go back
To the place before,
But I realize you and I lack,
The trust we had before I tore
Us apart.
I realize,
We can't just restart,
And rise,
Above this,
I'm sorry I was the one to twist
Our starry
Midnight,
Into a thunderstorm
That consumes all in sight,
And left us forlorn.
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