The sun shines down on our picnic of love.
The birds sing and the leaves tussle.
It is the most magnificent of days, only tainted by my own misgivings.
One day, you were here but now you feel so far away.
You show up on my doorstep with a bouquet of pink clouds,
and all I notice is the scent of regret on your skin.
I know this is wrong, but it feels so right.
Life has almost passed me by, and I beg you to not go with it.
Once again, though, you walk away and I am left to wonder.
When will it be our turn?
Will I ever be able to let you go?
No matter how long I ponder, I come full circle and the answer is "never.'