By Lori Miller
Once I gazed, staring through time.
I recalled the times that your hands held mine.
How it felt to have you near, and how you chased away all my fears.
The sound of your heart still pounds in my mind.
How I wished, oh I wished that you were mine.
But alas it never was how stupid was I, to
think that I could posses your love.
I should have told you, I thought you knew.
That in my dark existence I found a shimmer
of light, and that light was you.
Now I linger in my darkness, alone, afraid
I should never have seen this day, if only
my love for you I'd confessed.
I leave this now, with you, my life's regret.
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