I stand on the outside,

And watch you within,

No more than a shadow,

Or an echo therein,

I’m a barely heard whisper,

Or a memory long past,

A time that you buried,

Or a discarded first draft.

I’m the glow in your eye,

That smoulders like fire,

The spark for your kindling,

That I won’t let expire.

I’m the stars in the sky,

That light your way forward,

I’m the path that you travel,

And the continuing disorder.


 For I am the essence of all that you lost,

And a love that’s forsaken is a love that will cost.

When I Was Young

I was yours and you were mine,

I wrote it down a thousand times,

You had fallen down from heaven,

I was six and you were seven.


When I was ten you kissed my cheek,

I blushed bright red, my legs felt weak.

You winked an eye then turned and ran,

And that was when I shaped my plan.


Thirteen came and fourteen too,

I hid my shadow from your view.

I was the whisper in your ear,

I was the touch that brushed past near.


At seventeen my plan remained,

I knew our love was pre-ordained.

You would be mine, it was a fact,

Perhaps they did not tell you that.


When I was twenty my plan had stalled,

I knew the reason, I saw who called.

I watched the days pass by so quick,

The flames of loss, a burning wick.


At twenty two you married June,

I cried so many tears for you.

My hopes and dreams all died that day,

Just scattered dust on a wedding bouquet.


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