To the one,
To the girl that showed me
Following a summer of sorrow,
Now a few years past,
I had been cast aside,
My world in shambles,
Perhaps without truly understanding what she was doing,
She took the ashes of my dying world,
And from them,
She created a new world for me,
Brighter and more filled with hope than the last.
In times when I sat in a prison of darkness,
She became my candle,
Leading me into the light again.
And when a thousand voices
Spoke out to persecute me,
Her voice defended me,
Creating a deep sense of gratitude,
As well as a genuine affection.
But I failed to let her know just how much
I appreciated what she had done,
And through my multiple mistakes,
My countless errors,
And my sheer incompetence,
I became isolated from her,
And where once feelings of warmth existed,
Icy tendrils of pain sprung up.
And although this time of pain has passed,
That which has been rebuilt
Does not match that which existed before.
Though I know that she will never care for me
In the same way that I cared for her,
And though my heart has accepted this burden,
I still have one hope.
If she could perhaps accept me as a friend,
Despite the mistakes that I have made,
Then I shall find some solace
In that I can finally repay her kindness.
But, if she chooses to move on,
Leaving me once more in sorrow,
I will not be angry,
For I deserve such treatment
And the fault is mine
And mine alone.
Now as I stand at the edge of a great pit,
Leading into the future, I pause,
Unsure of my course of action,
Do I leap into my future?
Or do I turn for one last look at the past?
I try to turn back,
But I slip, and begin to fall.
I try to grab onto something,
Anything to hold me in this time,
This place, for just a while longer.
But nothing is there, and I fall
Unable to return.
Will she remember me?
Will she miss me?
I will remember her.
I will miss her.