Incarceration
I'm cold without your arms,
And even now your hands are ice.
What happened to the man I knew
Who would always be right by my side?
I know that you are stronger
Than anything you've done, now
Tell me that it's over
And we can go back to how it was.
Why did this happen?
What drew you to this crime?
If I only knew I wasn't enough
I would have tried much harder,
And you would have been much stronger,
And what I found would have healed,
Or never happened at all.
There's no more use in saying "could have"
When the sentence has been set.
I only wish I knew what the charge was
Before I was put in a separate cell
For loving you all this time.
And even now, I still do.
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