Oh how I long for those days

Where we are but momentarily united!

I’d no longer gaze down despairingly

At our separation and fight it

 

Or wonder at how

My connection to you vanished

Not much later than it started

Without even a word

From our once adoring spectators

Who then departed

 

Oh yes, I’d seize the moment

With all my might,

Eradicating any existence

Of so wretched a respite

 

And turn to you

With so loving a gaze as before

And cry beseechingly:

“Don’t you understand…?

It is your love I implore!”

 

But the lady doth pity win;

Turning my love for her into anger

Would be turning myself to sin

 

And so I must carry

My heavy heart

Such as raw flesh on a plate

 

Believing in the cause

Of a love revival

That I hope won’t arrive

Too late.