Little squirrel

Little squirrel, you found another, and I am undone,

Your fleeting affections weave the strangest sorrow.

I cannot blame you, for we were apart,

But now we strive to undo what was done,

And it tortures me to see the one I love,

Linked to another.

We labor to mend this wound, yet some days,

The memory strikes me like a storm,

A wave of sadness engulfs me.

When will this ache fade away?

I believe, deep within, that when you are mine again,

This agony will vanish, for I trust you.

A mistake it was, unintended by both,

Though I ignited this fire.

How I wish to turn back time, to rewrite our story,

To refuse that break, to grant you the time you needed,

To insist we could mend, no matter what.

But here I stand, paying the price of regret.

You love me, and I love you,

Yet why does love weave such complexities?

How long until you fully accept me again?

When will my jealousy of the other fade?

Can we make it right this time?

Questions without answers, tormenting my soul.

I yearn for those days when our hearts were entwined,

Love is a marvel, love is a poison,

Seeping slowly, it kills.

Love needs more than itself,

It needs daily antidotes: trust, loyalty, persistence, forgiveness,

Or else it becomes lethal.

Here I lie, waiting for you, little squirrel,

To bring that cure, to breathe life into me again.

Will you manage it?

I trust you, I believe you will come with the antidote,

But what if the path is slippery? Will you reach me?

You are my only hope, my life,

For the storm in my mind is ravaging the garden of my soul.

Little squirrel, you unmasked me,

Revealed a world beyond black and white,

A world of colors.

Do I deserve you?

Am I worthy, am I growing for you?

Why do I feel like a time bomb, ready to explode,

To obliterate everything?

Please, come save me, little squirrel,

Bring me the antidote, grant me a second chance at life.

This time, I vow to do everything right:

To love you right, to hold you right,

To kiss you right, to face all darkness with you.

Yes, little squirrel, embrace me as grief grips a heart,

For I could write the saddest poems for you, little squirrel.