As if in slow motion, my thoughts gather
And I realise that I want to do something
To mend this. Of course, I need to, I have to.
Panic flares and heart races: I am adopting
The wrong approach. My voice is needed, rather
Than the disloyal silence that I give you.
Rainfall on navy jackets and ice cold
Hands meshed, riddles meddle in my mind.
Imagination runs ahead of itself, giving
Hideous thoughts of you never being by my side,
Your comfort in the night and your hand to hold.
My heart has always been yours, from the beginning.
I thought of your eyes today, their blue holding more
Than one meaning and their stone glare boring
Into my mind. I told you to block out the memories,
But hypocrisy can arrive with little warning.
Given one more, at a guess, we could have made something
Slightly better than the one we had. Fixed our flaws
And worked harder through the rain. But as all things do,
The breath it had faltered and died in due course.