Your plague in my life 
Was not a mishap

An unfortunate mistake 
I've made,
Seeing you that way
Letting you see...
All my cracks 
And decay

Speaking much too soon
About your delay

All you ever wanted
All you ever spoke of,
Was love...

My blindness to that
Caused an earthquake 
A rupture in what 
Could have 
Been a fine design 

I choose wine these days
To set off the negative rhythm 
Going on in my mind
The negative thoughts 
Of what I have missed...

The what ifs have me caught up 
Torn,
Ripped apart 
Scattered in...
What could be a representative of  fine art
To be displayed in museums today