Coffee mists the window as leaves dance,
blown by autumnal gusts; summer is gone.
Your presence is in memories,
and life goes on regardless.
I yearn for the soft embrace
of a mother’s love.
You could not love,
not once in our twisted dance.
I am left with the harshest embrace,
the chance to redeem gone.
I am a man regardless,
surrounded by my own constant memories.
I hide behind memories,
turn them into excuses against love.
My liberator slices through regardless
of my erratic dance.
Lessons learned are gone,
captured in love’s embrace.
I turn to a child’s embrace,
the birth of new memories.
All thought of you is gone
pushed out by innocent love,
learning a new dance
irrelevant of a past regardless.
I am in your shoes, your influence regardless.
A responsibility to embrace,
side stepping your dance
learning from my memories.
Bad lessons of love
Now gone.
The pain of passing has now gone,
despite all, I mourned regardless.
There should be a hole of missing love,
a divide I would happily embrace.
It should be filled with memories
of a family’s dance.
I am sorry for your loveless embrace.
Bitterness is gone, I am content regardless,
my memories lead me through this dance.