You came,
went,
and then I found you.

I am
not
sure if that was best.

There were
reasons
I came seeking you.

None can
fully
convey my sorrow.

Of loss
now
or from years ago.

Now I
know
it is I, must go.

My heart
crushed
by this time and space.

Of loss
full
of disgrace and pride.

Our ode
remains
unfulfilled and pained.

If I
could,
I'd free this bonding.

To know
I've
set you free to go.

And be
free
of my bitterness.

Of this
ache
deep within my soul.

To give
you
freedom from my woe.