Of all the things I said and did
when farewell to you I bid
never had I felt more horrid.
And since, when I watch the sky at night
your face appears made out of starlight
shining above, bathing me in white.
And in my dreams where we're together still,
then and only then will joy me fill,
after I'll wake into a nightmarish chill.
All I wish is for your forgiveness.
Every moment from now in my existence
it'll feel like a growing distance.
Though you've made it clear it's over,
this love, this bond, unlike trees in October,
it shall never wither; with me you remain forever.
Ugh. Talk about desperate and dumb,