Final Verse

Apologies, my love,
I find the strength no more,
Perhaps in a life, reborn anew,
We'll dance with fate once more.

Promises of a pain-free love,
Yet you wound me, ever so.
Perhaps without intent, or conscious thought,
Yet the hurt continues to grow.

My heart, it throes in agony,
A weight too immense to bear,
Feels like the world collapsed upon my chest,
I find no solace, no air.

A farewell, we must bid,
Apologies, once more,
The pain, it's overwhelming,
Breath escapes me, evermore.

You were right, my love,
Changes, they were in me,
Expectations, hopes, and dreams,
Perhaps a glimmer of possibility.

Forgot I did, my own self,
The origins of our tale,
So, let this be our final verse,
A toast to us, a love that's frail.

The intimacy, a symphony,
Never before such pleasure found,
The gifts you showered, no less than treasures,
After him, only in you, such generosity was found.

Memories, a cocktail of emotions,
A farewell, we must declare,
A toast to us, to all we shared,
In this drink, our stories pair.

I shall drink for us, my love,
After your game, you do the same,
Celebrate the love that was,
In joy, in pain, in game.

The best man, indeed you were,
In my life's unwritten tale,
Gratitude, from the depths of my heart,
In this final verse, our love's detail.