Will I miss you forever,
because I still do today.
Will I still feel a pang
at the sound of your name
when I am old and grey.
You're with someone else now,
and she's better for you.
She's sweet and kind, and stable,
she doesn't need to be free
like a ripple, undercurrent
a wild yearning
like me.
I know that it is better,
I know that it's my choice,
but something in my soul
still shatters
at the sound of your voice.
In the next life, when I
do this all again,
I will stay and be content
and not be so set
on running away.
But, in this life
the yearning
holds fast to my soul,
so forever I'll miss you
while I keep letting go.
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