The longing is gone now
Your eyes no longer beg me to follow
Or yearn to
Dive deep into them
But the stain of you is there
Lingering in unfinished business
That eroded what we could no longer
Communicate
I rode the fault-line as much as you
The only difference
I knew it
You didn’t
Grandstanding was the armor we wore
As the wind blew away the sand we
Stood on
Now it’s just air
And memory
And deep seated regret
Not from knowing you but
For letting you leave
With a pocket full of misunderstood
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