I have lost you now and lost you fairly,
Even if what was quickly taken was once slow to make.
But this I can say and do so freely,
If such a loss was felt, then rarely,
Has the world given equal from its take.
For far too often we’re tempted to betray
And pulled by the moving parts of such vast extremes.
By reasoning which hopes to sway,
Against Nature’s nature as it strays,
And stretches the stiches that strain to hold the seams.
So is it madness then to choose the wild?
When the mistake I made came from too much honesty.
From chosen words so poorly styled,
That were too direct instead of mild,
And so I gave up on love to preserve its memory.
Now like the Chorus of a forgotten tail,
Which warns that heavy hearts do seldom bend.
But break because love is frail,
And often times too prone to fail,
From scrapes and bruises that never, ever mend.
But these tired words won’t wake the dead,
Not when the fault is mine and rests so squarely.
And where once was warmth, now instead,
Are untucked sheets of a half made bed,
For I have lost you now and lost you fairly.