Sometimes it is difficult to express
the way my heart feels without excess.
How it still yearns for your embrace
these feelings of mine to now erase.
Every beat steady but unsure,
however it can, it will endure.
Once full of joy, love, and even hope,
it now swings at the end of a rope.
Sadness fills my every thought,
as I look back to what I once sought.
Your hand in mine, holding you close to me,
was all I ever wanted for you and I to be.
Does my heart beat still for this love,
Perhaps it is futile, not ordained from above.
Does hope linger, even a shred,
Or should this thought vanish from my head?
Love can be fickle but it is pure,
But when it is hurt there is no cure.
What once was shared is now denied,
and then replaced with tears so freshly cried.
Possibilities once abounded in my head
but now are lost, to never be found instead.
Onward, however, my heart will beat,
remembering all that was once sweet.
