O’ to love!
O’ to love is a beautiful thing!
To wake up each morning,
And to feel the touch of that who is significant to you.
Is it truly impossible to find?
No!
Your troubles in going out and searching,
Are all laid upon your shoulders,
For it is not I who prevents you,
It is not I who stops you,
It is your own brain,
Your nerves that shake and shatter,
Your skin that begins to sweat,
I do not tell you who you cannot talk to,
You tell yourself who you cannot talk to.

Is this inability your fault?
Has it happened by your desire?
Your desire to never embrace again?
Or were you greatly harmed,
Harmed so that you could never walk to love again?
Why haven’t you healed yet?
Are you still holding on?
Or have you lost all hope?
I tell you with honesty,
Someone will make you feel well.

What do you mean that it is not possible?
Nothing is impossible if you try,
And it doesn’t seem you’re trying.
But you tell me the past is keeping you locked in place,
A place where only you can understand the pain.

What has happened to the key, sir?
Where did you drop it?
Under your couch?
In the gutter?
In a lake?
In an ocean?
Did you drop it purposefully?
Or by accident?
Has it been stolen from you?
From someone you know?
Or did it disappear without a trace?
What did you feel when it happened?
How did you know it occurred?
Was a piece of you missing?
Was a weight lifted from your chest?
Were you bleeding out from the wound?

Okay, okay, perhaps I understand.
I too felt this pain before,
But not like you would think.
You sit there and complain and cry,
And try nothing to fix the situation.
But how can I blame you?
You feel so hopeless and lost,
And you certainly do feel the cost.

The cost of what?

Your actions.
Your actions brought you to this moment,
This great standstill inside your very body,
A halt of everything that is warm,
And only one thing moves,
And that is the cold, dark, wretched insides that turn your spirit to dust,
The desire and hopelessness that you have crawling in your head,
The pain and fear tossing and turning, writhing in your soul.

I’m sorry, my friend.
You are not one who deserves this.
Forgive me friend, forgive my actions,
Do not try to uphold yours.
I am the one who needs to see,
It is not you.
I was the one who needed to open their eyes,
I needed to see what you saw,
And what you saw was a dark world,
One where you were afraid to continue on without someone,
Someone special to you and your wellbeing,
And now I do see!

I must repeat my point though,
I must repeat it.
You must get strong, friend,
You must continue walking.
One day, you will find the key yourself,
Or someone in glorious, prevalent limelight will bring it to you,
They will carefully put it in their own safe,
Their safe that is kept in their heart
And promise to never lose it.

I am sorry darling,
You never did deserve this.
You were always the golden one,
You would have never lost the fire in your soul if not for them.
I wonder, did you know?
Did you predict something like this would happen?
That you were always so trusting and open,
That once you found someone you cared about,
You would open up in ways not known to anyone else?
Did you know the person you poured your soul into,
Would excrete it back into you, like it was sewage?

Farewell my good friend,
It was nice knowing you,
But I do not believe I truly knew you.
That person has long since died,
But perhaps they can be revitalized?
Maybe they can find a way back to this world,
From the depths of despair,
Maybe that person can be healed.

Farewell, goodbye,
And maybe the next time I see you,
You will know how to love once again,
I can really talk to you.