Song of Regret

Bathed in moonlight, sepia toned,
As candle flickers and incense burns,
She chews her nails and stares before her
Desperately searching for her love. She yearns
To show him her unrelenting apology
For all she did to make him leave.
As wax drips down, a tallow heartbeat
She lingers with her past, bereaved.


Head in hands, she listens vaguely
To sentimental music played.
Her heart now pines for love, once treasured,
Her soul she's all but wept away.
For night after night she sits and wonders
If broken moments may adhere,
And wishing she had kept her mouth closed
And smiled more, and kissed more and held him near.


Her place now taken, by another
More worthy of his love than her,
Who tastes his mouth and feels his body
And knows that what she has is rare.
The new love gives him all he yearns for
Shows him adoration, blessed
And when, in time, he recalls the other
She will hold him to her breast.


So back into the room we wander,
Watching love die in this place
And shadows dance like men in ribbons
Across the weariness on her face.
A stolen promise of love unending
Through the window now does glide,
And with it goes her truth, her spirit
On this night, when her soul has died.


He will never know her sorrow,
Or hear her screams into the night
Or understand the ache inside her
Or feel the need to end her plight.
For she is lonely for his warm comfort
His lips left tingles she still feels
The scent of him is all around her
The degradation never heals.


So at the birth of each new morning
She attempts to write her song
To tell of how her sorrow lives on
And how she knows she did him wrong.
As nightfall wanes into a new day
And the candle burns its last
She dances to her mournful music
And lives forever, in her past.







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