Funny as it is sad, having it, is becoming having had, the connection, the feeling of affection, unexplained attraction turned into rejection.

Understanding without words went away, replaced by in words I can’t even explain what I want to say.

Seeing you as you walk out, tears rolling down when you turn around and shout that I ,as always walked the wrong route.

Blame? Is there any to be had? If that’s the case let me feel sad. Let me feel that pain, let me feel that until I question me being sane.

Yet I feel none, the travelled path was hard but it’s done. In my hart you’ll stay until my last day, in my heart you’ll stay until I fade away.