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Just a Poem I Wrote...

From the first day that we met
Our connection has been strong
Two broken hearts needing mended,
Two people searching for a new bond.

In the darkness of the night,
Whispered confessions left our lips
Of the pain we felt, of the pain we caused,
Of the secrets we kept in our hearts’ deepest crypts.

From understanding grew affection.
It was simple, easy, and true.
When I reached out to hold your hand,
You reached out to hold mine, too.

But life had other plans,
And we were hurled our separate ways
To face injustice and remorse
And the pain to just keep living every day.

I thought of you so often,
And the what ifs always found their way in
As I sat by and watched you build
A new life in which I could no longer live.

All I had wanted was to save you,
To be the one to make you smile,
But instead I made everything worse
And pushed you away across the many miles.

But now, here you are.
We’ve found each other again
At a time in life when we’ve both lost our way
And the path ahead seems so uncertain.

There’s a part of me that can’t help but think
If this all happened to bring us back
To the easy way we had of being
Exactly what the other lacked.

Maybe we were meant to be.
Maybe this was always the plan.
Not a yes, and not a no,
Simply just a not right then.

I know I’m not the one you want.
I know it is she who fills your dreams.
And maybe that will never change
Or maybe yours I’ll be.

All I know is when we talk
We never run out of things to say:
The way we understand each other,
The way we brighten each other’s day.

I only wish that you could see
How much love I have to give,
To fill you up, to mend your heart,
To show you a happier way to live.

I wish that in the mirror
You could see the man I see
Strong and brave and selfless,
A man who's weathered many seas.

A man whose heart’s been broken,
A man whose feet long for solid ground,
A man who just keeps fighting
Whose love for others knows no bounds.

I beg you to look into your heart,
Open your eyes and see,
Search the depths of your soul,
Imagine how beautiful our love could be.

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