I was fortunate enough to be you,
With heartaches that run deep
Like the ocean waters
That, soothe me to sleep
And calm me when I weep
You were but a breaking human
And I, the pieces that assembled when you broke
Despite your fading existence
You manage to crowd my conscience
All I hear in my head are your voices that I wish would stop
Some late nights I find myself drifting in and out of dreamless sleep
Somehow your memory has turned into a ditch so deep
So I write these poems to ease the pain
To clear my mind and turn you off, again
I cry and hope yet my tears fade in vain
That I could be happy once more, again
Could I perhaps turn back the heads of time?
To when you existed,
But with less hurt and a mind that\'s not twisted
And hopefully the goodness will remain
When all falls in ruins once again.