Before Me

Before me, the one who once loved you,
May still hold your sorrow close in view.
On a nameless hope, perhaps he clings,
Decorating dreams with countless things.

I admit he may have strayed from fidelity's lane,
Lost in the allure of another's enchanting refrain.
Perhaps he'll never return to your serene space,
Nor solitude's tears your cheeks trace.

I concede that in life's tumultuous flow,
Time gently erases every sorrow, slow.
Whether hope's candles or memory's light,
Eventually, fade lost to the night.

Yet, the past lingers in fleeting thought,
Long ages can't diminish pain's wrought.
Wounds may heal, but scars remain,
Distance can't make memories wane.

One day, he might come back, repentant,
Shunning the world for your presence, content.
You, innocent and quick to forgive,
May accept his broken promises, and live.

But I, who deemed you my healer, true,
Will endure one more wound for you.
Where many vows of love have shattered,
I will silently stand, my heart battered.