To sacrifice what I feel to
Ensure we remain
What we have always been.

Yet I cannot assure
That I can make us what
I know we must be.

If time has yet to ease
What I know to be true,
How am I to guarantee
That I am able to suppress
These feelings which have
Loomed and darkened
Our lives?

An everlasting stain
Of which I am to blame
For the mess
We have made.