I’m at mercy’s end.
I’m at the edge of my seat.
The rope I held so tightly
now dangles out of reach.

I question who I am.
I question who I was.
I find that my search for peace
ends not with love.

My heart is numb with pain.
My mind quakes with fear.
I swallow to choke back my pride,
and find my eyes filled with tears.

I saw you today.
I saw that you were all I could see.
I used to feel a connection with you,
but you saw right through me.

When we crossed paths you smiled.
When we parted, you went your own way.
You hardly noticed that I was there,
It was then I felt betrayed.

Betrayed by my own thoughts.
Betrayed by the feelings I bear.
I looked over my shoulder in a futile attempt
only to find you were not there.

I hate this place it many ways.
I love it in many more.
The memories that I harbor here
are those that I adore.

And sometimes it rains at night.
And sometimes the moon does shine.
Like a thousand mile mystery,
severed crossly at mid-tide.

And yes, I still notice you.
And yes, you still cross my mind.
Like the love we shared so long ago,
you haunt me late at night.

But is this love I’m feeling?
Is it only regret?
I should have buried this long ago,
a mistake I shall not soon forget.

When you’re out of luck.
When you’re out of time.
Your heart is broken,
and you strain to grasp at life.

You find with every moment.
You find you want to live.
You give all you can to those you love,
until you have nothing left to give.