Used to Be

Atop the grassy hill I sit, the sun above me, beautifully lit. It was only yesterday, still I cannot find the words to say. My impassioned pleas you ignored, your words slicing my heart, a sword. But you don't care, do you? A bird with wings, you flew away from me, away from us. Leaving life and love and lust, in you departure I sat, choking on dust. But you don't care much, do you, that my being was smashed to goo, that I've nearly drowned in sorrow, that I can't imagine the lonely tomorrow? Tears flow to rival Niagara falls. Day and night my pitiful heart calls out to you, although your ears don't hear. Oh, how desperately I wish you here! My head wishes to lay on that special place, the spot on your chest where I felt your heart race. Will it ever be that way again? Searing pain through me this way ought to be a sin. You once were my hero, now you are the darkest villain. I should see you as an evil gremlin. But my dear, my darling, you are still my white knight, for you my love, I am still willing to fight. Foolishly, I still crave your touch, a brush from your lips wouldn't be too much. My mind plays the movie of our love, my heart flutters like the wings of a dove. Just as I feel a surge of what could be happy, the reality of "used to be" arrests me viciously.