Regret

POETRY NEWS #945
Date: 5/27/2013 at 12:08
From: Old Tactician Greggory Dios, The Grob
To : Everyone
Subj: Regret

As a King needs a Queen and a Queen needs a King, I forever want you to be my only choice.

My body warms when touched by the sun and it seems as if the flowers have begun to blossom early in the spring, the cool wind etching across my ear reminding me of your sweet and gentle voice.

I close my eyes and picture myself in a beautiful clearing isolated from time, I see you in the far distance the serenity and beauty of this place is no match in comparison to you.

Each forward step I take feels like a climb, my fear of falling away from you is the only thing that rings true.

I lose my grip and I begin to fall, tears falling from my cheeks in remembrance of that lonely day.

A year and a half has passed now and I continue to try to stand tall, just reciting a small prayer to myself in hopes that you feelings have not gone away.

I envision that one day I will reach the peak, to see you standing there gazing in another direction.

My lips would part and I would begin to speak, hoping you would listen and realize that I am no projection.

My heart would begin to flutter, the lightness in my own voice would begin to grow.

The words would effortlessly flow from my nervous lips with not even a stutter, as I profess to you my feelings that I have to show.

One sentence would be first in my queue, a song that we once both listened to.

However far away I will always love you, I will always love you.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Vita, in the year 19 AM.