Here we are again,
my love.
Me talking to a
memory from the past.
How are you, up
above?
Was this the life
you wished for me when you passed?
I know that if you
see
What has become of
me,
You’ll be dismayed;
Fret not, I
remember the promises we made.
Sometimes, I wish
you’ll show,
A sign to let me
know,
That it’s alright
to move on,
That you’re really
gone.
Here’s something
new;
Or not really,
because you knew.
Being with me was
hell for you,
But she says that
it’s hell for her too.
Everything I do
and say,
Seems to hurt her always.
In fact, just
today,
She said I ruined
her London, Venice and Berlin stays.
I know you have
got more pressing matters
And more important
souls to attend to,
But how can I not
ruffle her feathers,
For I think I love
her, it’s true.
She sets my heart
a flutter;
When she talks to
me,
I melt like butter.
Oh, the things I’d
do to not make her angry.
Don’t get me wrong,
She has flaws as
well,
But I’m willing to
accept them.
Yet, on my
mistakes she chooses to dwell.
I pray you’ll show,
The path I should
go:
Back to you until
we finally meet
Or indulge her
every want and need?