Love's labour lost

Recently I've been thinking a lot about love, the kind that lasts for a long time. I pictured myself having met someone, and then unable to really listen, I make the great mistake of losing her through my own will. I wrote this as mental preparation that such a thing should not happen.

People say “good things come to those that wait”. But I walked straight out of the door, I didn't wait. I found you, I wanted to know much more about you. But I left, into the ether, like a lost soul. I didn't even know you. Today, I think of you, the highlight of my day. I think of a great love that could have been. I think of love lost, about the ages of time that wanted to bloom under another sky. It was never meant for me. I haven't the charm to say if the moment is now lost. Magic must be left as magical as it was found. I want to keep knowing what I’ve learned, keep feeling how I feel, and be tearful sometimes, when you're inside but somewhere distant.

I mustn't forget these visions. I may grow older, but my dreams must not grow old. One day, I will ask myself about an opportunity I lost and what I long to believe. There you'll be, a mermaid in my sleep. I'll die with your smile in the back of my throat, and I will regret my world. But in the midst of regret, your voice will seep through; you will come and place your arm on mine, and tell me that I have known the anguish of loss. My eyes will not shed tears, and I will hold my head up high, innocent as on that first day when you melted into this gorgeous world.

Posted by amitkoth at May 3, 2005 07:17 AM | TrackBack