A wish wanting to
come true,
But the nightmare
grants it.
I feel empty inside,
With no one to fill
me.
Thoughts roam and
peak,
Poking to forget
a loving memory.
I stop, but my emotions
refuse.
I hate the feeling
of regret,
But it sticks there,
Like a bug stuck
in the black widow's web.
No death is more
important,
More necessary,
Than the murder of
our love.
But you felt it and
turned away,
Your shadow left
behind, leaving me in the dark.
I love you more than
before.
I don't know how
and I don't know when it happened.
It just did.
Sorry is the one
word entering.
The unknowing tunnel
is up ahead of us now.
What will happen
next is questioning.
And I hate to guess,
But in the end,
One question should
enter your mind.
Was it really worth
it?
To tear it apart,
To whip my heart
in two.
Adding another brick
to my wall.
To watch me cry and
run away.
Do these thougths
enter your mind,
Propelling you for
action,
Or do they make you
wonder in satifaction.
Smiling in peace.
While I grab hold
of what's left,
Dust scattered in
disarray.
But if you were to
come back,
Without a mournful
thought to what was said.
Then I will turn,
turn away,
Leaving my shadow
blocking your view.
Tanya Murphy 1997