Anonymous 2

Was it just a dream?
A foolish hope?

Clinging to memories,

trapped in yesterday,

trying to forget someone

for whom I no longer exist.

I search for ways to ease the ache,

to hold onto a fleeting thought—

maybe, once,

I crossed her mind.

I failed, my God.

I couldn't protect her heart,

and in the end,

it was me who died.

What am I to do, Lord,

when every time I see her,

I want to run into her arms—

yet I stop,

frozen like a fool,

hiding the joy

that her smile still stirs within me,

even if it no longer belongs to me.

She’s like a sorrowful song

playing on endless repeat,

a melody that others might rewrite,

but one that will forever

wound me the same.

Tell me, my God,

if I no longer exist,

why does my heart still bleed?

If I am already dead,

why do I still shiver in the cold?

And why, when I see her,

does my heart try to breathe again?

Wouldn't it be better

to suffer a few final wounds,

deep enough

to silence this love

that once dared to live.

How can I forget you?

How can I tear you away from me,

when you were placed upon my path,

woven into my very fate...