Oh how beautiful you've gotten, you're aging like wine
Just how long ago was it when your beauty couldn't be defined?
How your brown eyes match you're wavy hair
How you send me shivers with that direct stare

How could a person exist who makes me want to hold them tight
To be a better man and to only do to them right
Somebody I adore, cherish and would defend in a fight
Somebody I see as the rarest gem, glistening like sunlight

How your smile is bright and reminds me of greater days
When you would still call me and always know what to say
When we'd spend nights and days reminiscing on memories yet to be made
Too soon was it when we snapped back to reality and the ugliest price was paid

How I am longing, to feel your hand on mine
How I am yearning to smell your cooking and hear your chimes
Your singing voice enthralls me, so deep yet so soothing
When you said that you loved me it sent me soaring

Alas. It's naïve to long for that long passed
A love a year too old, turned into remnant, to ash
Odd reminders follow me, as I take old poetry out from the trash
I pray for your safest returns, for a good live and to never have it Harsh

Would your kiss melt me or send me straight to Grace?
How could I want this badly to hold somebody's face
How would our kids have looked had we ever made it farther than the starting line?
Would your heart still be burning if we weren't divided by contour lines?

Every human regrets existence at least once
To the bumbling genius and even the competent dunce
Assuming we live just to meet our demise
Thinking this is hell, humanity must be a disguise
Contemplating a worse case scenario
Like a curse, falling down like a domino
Ripping off hair, skin, even your very own soul
Begetting traits of a meat puppet with no true goals

Yet, even then, we choose to exist
Through tears and fears we choose to exist
When we feel queer, as we smear tears, we we choose to admit
at our lowest point, on our knees we choose to submit

The same emotions that invite us to death are all the same
Those that are frightened by it feel too ashamed
Telling us to jump off a roof, yet dissuading us
bit by bit
Vera Causa and effect, the reason yet the precipice
Our own heart hates us
Yet saves us when we want to dismiss

Maybe it's the birds chirping joyfully
The sound of children ceremoniously
The that of "It'll get better" "It must get better!"
Or that our Death brings a greater regret

Be that as it may, Exist Guilelessly and Free
Sometimes your very constraints are the ones you cannot see
To Be or Not to Be, or answer is yours
To see this life as a blessing, or an arduous Chore

Her brown eyes shine like the sun
Her soul reflects in them as I become undone
Weakened by her voice, or at least what it used to represent
Blessed to have had such memories, even with the overlying resentment

In my head our song plays when we eventually meet
How eventually has turned into nothing, as I admit defeat
How this poem is a requiem, as well as an obituary
To the death of our love, the wake up call of fate
And even as we've never even had a first date, meeting up now would be too late
Must our favorite songs be played at it's cemetery?

Your hands seem soft, at least your photos say so
Your life seems so lonely, or am I projecting?
I miss back when this felt real, and it wasn't infecting
My heart to lie on the spot, defend you like a true attorney
While you carry on with life, as I become a bitter memory
A reminded of better days, when friendship meant all the world
When I was some guy, and you some girl
When kissing you was over the limit
But snuggling felt second nature

Its over, to those reading this I've lied, yet barely at that
She was amazing, even worthy if Being a wife
But life interfered, where love could never reach
And lust disrupted where life experience could never cheat

Forgive me, yourself, even forgive life itself
I wish I could hold your hands, and be there in your cries for help
And be the rock, albeit point less
I wish to be your guide, as you are my reason
I the diary, you the pen
You the rain, I the bucket
I the maestro, you the order less Singer
Never following my instructions, and making me jealous of anyone who calls you "theirs"

I sound like I'm obsessed, I sound like I cling to your image and not yourself
I am... In denial to my love to what was and could have been
It was special, but it could have been real

Had we met sooner or later, would you do the same?
Or would life takes it course as we find love opens doors

I'll never get that answer, and I've bit my tongue to respect your ears
To keep away your fears
I'm sorry that your sorry, that you regret
And had things been different, this piece would have a better ending
Till the universe resets or in the next life... May our feelings rest in peace
Even when mine fight for revival
Let the cemetery rest as you have