In the spring of our content,
we were in love.
We were woven together on red silk,
strung high above the clouds in
the ever blue sky,
to float down to earth at our leisure.
And we floated slowly, drawing time out,
making space longer.
But in the end, all things must come
back down to Earth -
even those created in Heaven.
When we touched down on the cold, unforgiving ground,
our beautiful silk ribbon became undone
And we found ourselves unable to hold on
and unable to rip apart.
It was epic, our struggle for love,
and it broke us both.
We died slowly, our hearts freezing
within us that cold winter.
And love's light and luster
left our eyes and souls.
We vowed that we would always love,
no matter what might come.
And we left each other and
ourselves in that place,
too filled with memories
for me to breathe.
And now, they tell me
that you are wrapped in
another's passionate embrace.
And my heart breaks all over again.
I never stopped, never turned the faucet off -
I have not forgotten that you once told me
that we would always have a maybe.
I've held on more tightly to that maybe
than I care to say...
"Move on," they tell me.
But I simply can't fathom the idea.
I see how the world turns and evolves
and buries people like me
and forgets eternal loves,
forgets those maybes that keep
forlorn lovers alive...
I promise you I will move on
as soon as I figure out how...