Six Years

There you were safe in my place
Four a.m. and storming outside
Another night just you and I
Together passing that time goodbye

Time lived not past that night
Joy lost because I wasn’t right

In my mind, he was always there
Even though he was never there
Your heart was free; I missed my chance
Iced by a freeze known to me as trust

I should have opened first
I should have spoken my mind
Gone you are with that other guy
Drowning, I am, in foolish pride

It was time now lost to kiss you right
I mistook your insecurities for a fleeing heart
I couldn’t move past what I thought was wrong
Couldn’t see that your desires were true

Time lived not past that night
Joy lost because I wasn’t right

Still, I think of you to this day
Through my fingers, I watched you slip away
Still, I wish you well the times I pray
And write these words I never could say

I should have opened first
I should have spoken my mind
Gone you are with that other guy
Drowning I am, in foolish pride

So I’m sorry, sorry for myself
I’m sorry, I know what I lost
I’m sorry, sorry to you too
Sorry for what I couldn’t do
Sorry I was grounded in my ways
Sorry I lost with you all of these days
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A poem about someone lamenting a past relationship long after the grieving period should have ended. The sorrow of not moving past something is not healthy, but sometimes, as hard as we try, getting over someone or getting over a situation is far more difficult than we would like to imagine.

Written in 2003

Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser

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