We look to our future
(and regret our past)
I've always wondered,
what to do with you.

I have two choices
that hurt more than words.
I never would have thought
this would end this way.

I fear, miss, lament, love
You.
Where are you?
I'm lost and afraid.

You were right,
I was wrong.
Would you ever come back to me?
You deserve better.