Your words are treason on my ears.
I love a person that was, and is no more.
I love an image, a memory, an ache.
I mourn for the girl I once loved,
who has passed away.
Future, dim reflection
of past, bright recollection,
and presently, my affection
curls upon itself.
Don't let your heart break for me;
my own has broken enough for a hundred.
Don't cry your tears for me--they're no solution;
were it so,
I would have solved this problem
long ago.
Some say
some angelic bright-bloomed other
will cross my path
in sweet time.
I cannot say,
I cannot say,
for I am blind to the
Truth of the Future.
For my part,
I abide
in suffering.
Twin titans of grief and happiness
wrestle over my soul.
I mourn for the girl I once loved,
who has passed beyond me.
Image, memory, ache--
what sad, strange spectre these create.
Of myself, and my love,
shadows of bygone glory.
