How do I overcome this?
When I see your eyes in all I do?
Worried when I wake to take a trembling step
And ascend the stairs slowly, holding tightly
How do I get past?
When ghosts of what we were and did linger by cabinet and door
And in that way implore
Me to tarry in the sense that lies there only further to haunt,
Yet I continue my move by trinket and cloth I cannot consign to vault
Where all that was is buried, there forever to call out while I push back.
We didn\'t mean this way, for you hadn\'t me in mind
When first we connected, and you said and did
Things I now complain I cannot forget are etched in my heart.
You couldn\'t have known all that was could be all that tears
At a being so willing to welcome, once.
How do I overcome this?
What concludes in finality cannot be the satisfaction also for this.
Nor will tomorrow diverge enough by itself for time to work its way,
And replacing it all with something, someone other
Reduces me to shame for knowing that otherwise
I may not . . . .