Longing, aching, yearning
the familiar burning
that begins the tell tale symptoms of the swelling in my eyes
as the year passed by
my emotions changed with the seasons
spring love, became summer's heated arguments finally falling into winter's depression from you leaving
hating you for all the right reasons
simultaneously disbelieving
the truth we shared
soul stripped bare
exposed to the painful memories of yesteryear, plaguing my mind
you came and you left the only constant was time
it was set in stone our paths meant to cross
I never cry because you're gone, just from the time I lost
wondering what all those moments cost
if you could bottle up and sell them would they be worth the time spent
longing, aching, yearning hands full of resent and discontent
begging you to stay was never on my agenda, for that I regret
I spent half the time getting to know you, twice as long trying to forget...