Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

Heart ache paints sadness inside her eyes
Spilling over
In hues
Of
   blue
January mountains weep for wildflowers,
   dark clouds seep in-
He left like the flowers and died in the winter.
With the wind as his choice all their plans set off soaring
As sadness inside her eyes
Spills over the mountains
In hues
Of
   empty
        Blue

Sometimes I wonder
If those who've never experienced the grueling lows of depression
Truly experience the moment
When the sun catches your soul in just the right way
And you finally feel warmth in your bones.