Four

I did not want to fall in love with you.
But I’m not free. Even the air can’t choose.
The day of my release is overdue.
You are a need I can afford to lose.

Don’t say you never asked me to. I don’t
Blame you: Although admit you like the thought
That I will give you all you want,
If you will never say your love is bought.

Although I wish that we had never met,
I cannot let you dream of going away:
And don’t be ever tempted to forget
To go on lying in the same old way.

I hope we never live through this again.
I cannot bear to hear you say: Amen.

Is this indeed our last, our final kiss?
Is this how all these timeless moments end?
It isn’t easy to realise, my friend,
That we no longer are each other’s bliss.
Regrets we shall eventually dismiss.
Our broken hearts, probably, will mend.
It should not tax the hardened fates to send
Us futures no more dim than this.

The past does not presume to tell us why
Our wildest raptures can become so tame.
How many deaths are we required to die
Before we find the way to play the game?
Perhaps there’s consolation in the sigh
That cannot find the whom or what to blame.

She’s gone. All gone. I should have kissed her more.
But now. Too late. I’m left with wretched might
Have beens and helpless yesterdays, a store
Of what can never be set right.
I should have held her closer, told her, shown
Her that she was my ecstacy. But all
I did was play the fool and act the clown.
I could not see the writing on the wall.

It’s over now, but for those silent wails
Echoing through the unforgiving nights.
No use to itemise regrets for tales
Of filthy lies. We could have scaled the heights.

But. There it is. Don’t make the same mistake,
Don’t prevaricate. Give your heart a break.