Once, I thought we'd grow old together,
But that was when we were young.
Time passed, and with it,
The fear of losing you took form;
A burdening ache, blooming into reality.
And so, I lost you.
“Let bygones be bygones,” I whispered to myself,
But everything, the ache most of all, clung to me.
It brushed my soul with sorrow’s sharpest edge,
Until I grew numb,
Desolate,
And the void deepened within.
Even as a caged bird, I’d still sing for you each day.
I'm all but happy. If only I could wither away.
With nothing but regret left for me to breathe,
I now realise;
My fear came true,
And so, I lost you.
But that was when we were young.
Time passed, and with it,
The fear of losing you took form;
A burdening ache, blooming into reality.
And so, I lost you.
“Let bygones be bygones,” I whispered to myself,
But everything, the ache most of all, clung to me.
It brushed my soul with sorrow’s sharpest edge,
Until I grew numb,
Desolate,
And the void deepened within.
Even as a caged bird, I’d still sing for you each day.
I'm all but happy. If only I could wither away.
With nothing but regret left for me to breathe,
I now realise;
My fear came true,
And so, I lost you.
Inspired by something I once read.