«●» Coming to Terms «●»

I wonder why I couldn’t see,

We were not meant to be.

Now I’m left here to say,

My hearts love has gone away.

Tears that now begin to fall,

Slowly rebuild a gilded wall.

It lingers infinitely to be,

Torturing what's left of me.

Coming to terms is hard,

Like being deeply scarred.

A future is gone that was open wide,

Now it’s vanished and denied.

But,

If in my dreams,

I see you there,

Blanket my eyes,

So I may stare

Words leave me to how I miss,

Your silken skin and tender kiss.

Reluctant, I come to terms,

Follow what life affirms.

No regretting anything of,

What I’ve learned with love.

Coming to terms is hard,

Like being deeply scarred.

© Tim Mabry